Phoebe Ellory, a talented pureblood witch, grapples with her burgeoning powers and the internal conflict between light and dark. As she navigates her studies, Phoebe's life takes a turn when she discovers her late mother's unfinished research on the...
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Phoebe
Moose had found his place at the crook of my neck. Despite having been awake since my nightmare and Professor Dumbledore's interesting conversation, I resisted moving out of bed to avoid waking Moose up. I didn't mind. He felt warm during this wintry season.
White light slowly broke through the window. The shift from dark to light caused Kirsi to stir in her bed and wake her up. Half-closed eyes, she peered over at me with messy hair. Soon the others wearily trudged out of bed.
Hearing all the shuffling around the room, Moose finally scurried to the end of the bed in curiosity. He was still trying to get used to his surroundings. I went over to the foggy window and opened it slightly, snow had just started to fall after the rain from last night.
A cool breeze blew through the room, nearly sweeping the papers off the desk and anything near it. I shuffled to pull the window sash closed again then noticed a black feather resting on the stool. I tenderly reached for it, poked my head out just a bit and glanced around for a certain witch with wings for arms. Fragments of Grimmauld Place struck my mind.
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"We need to talk." Harry Potter held the Daily Prophet regarding the improved Pure-Blood Directory. A certain photograph on the front page; Malfoy and I.
I inhaled sharply.
What kind of situation has Aspen Birch brought me to? An ambush? I glanced at the witch that brought me here, she only offered a tight-lipped smile. I folded my arms across my chest and looked back at Potter. He, too, had been holding a breath. His friends stood closely behind him.
"What's this about?" I dubiously looked at all of them.
"Please, sit." Remus Lupin offered the seat across from him.
I was good standing, but an encouraging glint in Potter's eyes told me it was okay. Even though something about this ordeal didn't feel right. I sat down feeling like a child about to be scolded.
Potter set the paper down on the accent table in front of me. I avoided looking down at it. Deep down, I knew this had something to do with Draco Malfoy—or at least my connection to the pureblood families. Why else would he be holding that particular column?
Sitting in a velvet chair, Sirius Black, the Ministry's most wanted, fixed his scrutiny on me. Regardless of how dangerous he might be, I would not crumble and weaken in alarm. My pride refused it.
"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but we've been keeping an eye on you...for quite a while." Lupin raised his thick brows at the paper. "The papers seem to favor you and your father these days."
"My father has high influential status in the Ministry of Magic. I don't see why he wouldn't be on the papers." I pointed out the obvious.
"They want to talk to you about something important that requires your absolute discretion." Aspen Birch brought up. "Will you stay and listen to what they have to say?" Her icy eyes beckoned to me to listen.
