The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 18: My Fairy Godmother

Cynthia squinted hard as she stepped into the tent. It was far too bright inside, enough to make the young woman wince. She held a hand up to shield her eyes, trying to let them adjust. Had it truly been that dark outside? Perhaps more time had passed than she thought.

She closed her eyes entirely, turning her head downward. Why did it hurt so much? It was bright even with her eyes shut. Was this simply the light bothering her, or something more?

The hairs on her arms prickled slightly, reminding her of the static sensation you sometimes got when taking off a wool sweater. All around her hundreds of different things buzzed with life. Many items had multiple energy signatures churning in and around them. The girl tried to focus on the energies moving around her. Though she couldn't see where they were she could feel them all. It was more than overwhelming, almost painful. The girl could still feel a lingering headache in the back of her mind, threatening to come back in full force if things didn't change.

The girl slowed her breathing, trying to block out the intense over stimulation. Perhaps it was a good thing she had closed her eyes. It might have been much worse to see all these energies simultaneously as feeling them with her 6th sense.

This little tent was impressive, she didn't even need to open her eyes to know that. Cynthia had never been surrounded by so much power before in her life, at least as far as she knew of. If this was what these magical people were capable of, she needed to be very careful. This was just some second-hand tent after all.

Cynthia thought back to the strange men who had broken into her flat in a practically effortless way. There had been nothing she could do to stop them, at the time. She needed to know more, there had to be limits to their abilities. Those limits would be good to know, regardless of what happens in the future. Knowing what someone was capable of made things much easier, at least in Cynthia's book. Hopefully, these men would be more forthcoming with what they said. Then again, they were friends with James and Sirius, they'd probably get easily sidetracked...

The girl couldn't help but internally sigh, letting her thoughts move back to the tent.

The 'brightness' of the room was still too much but getting easier. The sheer number of energies around her was the worst part, it was like being bombarded on all sides by blaring lights. It would be practically impossible to read anyone's emotions properly with all this other noise distracting her. Simply ignoring it was not working, at least not as well as she'd like. There had to be a better way... Her thoughts paused as an idea popped into her mind.

If she couldn't ignore all these small energies, then perhaps she needed to focus on something, something big. Something like the tent itself.

Cynthia mentally shifted all her thoughts to the largest energy in the room.

The tent itself.

The walls were almost imposing with all the energy held in them, though it wasn't a single energy signature like Cynthia had first assumed. Did that mean her plan was useless? Was this just going to make things worse? Perhaps not, the rest of the room around her was quieter in a way. It was still worth a shot.

She continued examining the tent wall, feeling its energy with every cell of her body. Upon further inspection, the girl noticed it was in fact numerous energies wrapped around each other tightly. She could feel them streaking across the walls, marbling together and wrapping around each other. She couldn't count how many different power signatures were emanating off the walls around her, there were simply too many.

Though each one moved at its own pace they synchronized to a larger energy pulse, like different parts of a body all heeding to the rate the heart pumped at. It was the same cycle the large glowing chains had been following. The woman could feel that pulse, it reverberated through her as if she were standing inside the heart of a Giant. It wasn't a stifling sensation, more comforting actually. Like being under a nice heavy blanket, it was peaceful.