How Did It End?

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"We were blind to unforeseen circumstances"

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Y/N adjusted her seat at the long table at 12 Grimmauld Place, listening as Snape and Sirius once more argued, their heated pasts tainting the bickering. Everyone at the table shared an internal eye roll as Arthur Weasley interrupted the two, returning the topic of conversation to Harry, who had been at the brunt of a dementor attack. Her heart went out to him, he surely was still recovering from the events of last year- the triwizard tournament. As if fighting dragons and rescuing his friends from mermaids in the black lake weren't enough, he'd then had to deal with the plot that Barty Crouch Jr. had been a part of, hidden behind the face of Mad-Eye Moody, who was now sat at the table with the others. Y/N zoned out, flashes of the events of a few months ago rushing back to her, not for the first time that summer.

Dumbledore had asked her to help him with the undertaking of the tournament, taking her to keep a close eye on Harry. She stayed hidden- not even Harry knew she was watching over him. She had raised her concerns about Moody's keen interest in the boy, citing how often she had seen the man and boy alone, words rushing fast and low out of the auror's mouth. Dumbledore listened to her every time, but brushed it off.

"Alastor is an old friend, Y/N, and is responsible for most of Azkaban's inmates having been captured. I do not feel we have anything to be concerned about him, but please do not feel that I have not listened to you. I have heard your words, and will keep them in mind. I also appreciate your ability to keep such a strong eye on Harry while staying hidden from him. I do not want him worrying any more than he already must be." His eyes glinted at her, a small knowing smile flitting across his face too quick for her to process fully. 

She knew of the last task, how it was a maze leading to the cup. She watched as Harry and Cedric entered the maze, her old friend and the boy she was to protect sharing a civil nod before walking into the hedgerows. A nagging feeling pulled at her, and she tried to find Harry, circling above the maze, but the shrubbery was too thick, and it was too dark, for her to get a clear view of anything. She followed the red sparks, reassured as she watched Professor McGonagall rescue Fleur Delacour from the entanglement she had found herself in, before returning once more to the search for Harry, keeping an eye out for Cedric too. The feeling grew, lodging itself in her stomach, almost weighing her down. An image popped into her head, and before she knew was doing it, she found that she had apparated to the location she had seen. She looked around her, taking in the fog that was creeping its tendrils around the gravestones. Where was she? She considered apparating back to the castle, worried for Harry, but allowed herself to look around first. She was learning to trust the instincts that seemed second nature to her, the ones she didn't know about and was not able to control. 

While watching Harry and spying on the goings on at the castle, Y/N had begun to undertake auror training. She had planned on becoming a teacher, her keen knowledge making her an ideal candidate, but when Dumbledore gently suggested the different career path, mentioning how helpful it would be to have someone like her inside the ministry, she couldn't resist. She went for it. The training was brutal, full of personality tests and various tasks designed to measure her power, but she flew through it in a way the ministry had never seen before. Her letters of recommendation from Dumbledore, along with every other professor at Hogwarts, had initially impressed the auror office, the glowing recommendations like none other they had seen, but her true strength and abilities paled the words. During her training, her mentors had noticed her instincts, her abilities to sense when a spell was about to be thrown at her from someone she didn't even know was in the room. They watched as she responded to silent spells from behind her, as she moved to the one space she would have been safe. They tried talking to her, tried to get an answer out of her as to how she was managing it, ut all they ever got were vague responses- "I just had a feeling... I just knew... I didn't even realise I was doing it." Y/N couldn't answer them differently if she wanted to, and eventually they began to accept her responses, praising her instincts, telling her to trust them. That was the main take away from the auror training, and she seemed to have already cracked it. 

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