The Consequence Of Power

The Three Broom Sticks

She knew she needed to start planning on how the meeting with the Dark Lord would go. She was terrified that he would end up killing her or the people she cared about. She was told it would be safe for her to be at this school, but it seemed like her being at Hogwarts was causing many problems and putting people at risk. She had to figure out something and she needed to spend time alone to practice her magic before she saw the Dark Lord. Instead of going to bed, she sat on the floor of the common room with her wand and the book Luna gave her, practicing every spell and charm in there, for about two hours. After she felt confident enough with the progress, she started to work on her abilities, turning off all the lights and putting out the fireplace. She moved the couch out of the way so there was more room, sat on the floor, crisscrossed her legs with her hands on each knee, palms faced upward, she closed her eyes and meditated, channelling her powers, she could feel her hands starting to vibrate with energy. She opened her eyes after having the greatest idea. She slipped on her shoes and put on a cloak, deciding to go outside and find some old wood beams lying around the grounds, using them as props to use her powers on. She struggled to stick the beans of wood into the ground, the ground was damp from the rain and the rain kept pouring, she had to put her hood up to try and keep dry. She stood quite far from the beams and closed her eyes and held her hands out by her sides, brining back the vibrations and power In them. She aimed her hands to the beams, shooting blue volts from her palms at the speed of lighting. She was surprised she could do that. She kept shooting at the beams, laughing with joy knowing what she was capable of. Trying something different was fun, she held her one hand out with an open palm facing it toward one of the beams, pushing all the force into her palm, the beam levitated into the air, she smiled to herself as she used the other hand to levitate another beam, raising them into the air and smashing them onto the ground, they evaporated into pieces. She then called it a night from practice, she cleaned all of the wood pieces, she felt pretty confident she would be able to protect herself now. She turned to look at the school, she didn't want to leave this place anymore because she had met so many amazing people and Severus looked out for her. She didn't want to be the reason they died someday saving her. She knew she was young, but, If it came down to death, she would be first to go if that meant they lived. The thought of death didn't scare her.

*

"Draco is that you?" He heard Goyle say as he walked upstairs "What now Goyle, going to interrogate me more?" He sat on his bed, taking his shoes off, not in the mood for Goyle's bullshit "My parents sent an owl to me this evening and they told me things aren't looking good"
"What does that mean" He shot his head up and looked at Goyle "Well, they say a war might come, but who knows" He knew it was because of Rhiannon, the Dark Lord was becoming impatient it seemed like, every time he would go home that's all he would hear is that the girl needed to die. Rhiannon was very powerful, and kind, but he didn't think she would survive this.

*

She walked back into the school, soaking wet from the rain "Lumos" She tried say quietly sneak around the corridors to get back to the common room, leaving wet trails from her shoes. As she reached her destination, It was nearly morning already "Sneaking off again I see," Luna giggled, making her bed "Well, not really, I was just outside"
"I can tell, you are soaked" She looked down at her clothes "Yeah this won't dry anytime soon, I need to change" Today was the weekend so there were no classes. Her plan for the day was to study with Hermione and see where the weekend took her. She grabbed some new clothes, taking off the wet clothes and throwing them on the floor, putting on a white long-sleeve turtleneck, black tank dress that flowed down to her thighs, black knee-high socks and black boots, she dried her hair and put it into a high ponytail. "Luna, where can I hang dry these?" She picked up the pile of soaking clothes "Take them to the laundry room in the dungeons, the elves will take care of them"
"Thank you" She walked down the stairs, holding the drenched clothes as they dripped on the floor. It seemed so dark still down there, she could barely see and the water was dripping all over her shoes. She felt herself lift off the ground, slipping from the water on her shoes, dropping all the clothes on the floor, plus herself "Fuck sakes" She sat there, frustrated and embarrassed if people saw her "Hey, are you okay?" A boy walked over, she looked up at him, they locked eyes and instantly felt flustered with how handsome he was "Here, let me help you" She didn't hesitate to grab his hand. He pulled her up to her feet, smiling proudly, like he just saved her life "Looks like you need to be more careful, Im Cormac, and what is your name pretty lady" He bit his lip, still holding her hand "Rhiannon" She started to blush and look down at her hand in his
"Well, Rhiannon, may I help you take these to the dungeons?" He let go of her hand "Oh you don't have to"
"No, I insist" He grabbed all of her clothes and led her to the dungeons, he saved her because she had no idea where to find the laundry room.