The blessed girl's destiny (a harry potter fanfiction)

Chapter 2

After dinner, the man called Sirius had shown her to a room upstairs. Due to limited space, she had to share it with a Hippogriff named Buckbeak. She didn't mind; her real privacy wasn't about being alone in a place but in time. As soon as the door clicked shut, she lifted her hand, and everything stopped. Finally, she could break down and scream her lungs out. She slid down to the floor, her back against the door, thoughts swirling around the nightmare that had overtaken her life.

Why was she cursed with the burden of an unnatural power? It was both the bane of her existence and the source of comfort. She supposed they were complementary. If she hadn't been "gifted" with such an alleged curse, she wouldn't need the privacy of time to hide her tears and screams. Anger swelled within her—anger at the world, her mother for leaving, Voldemort for killing her, and most of all, anger at herself for feeling so powerless. "A great help to the Order, my ass," she thought bitterly. Dumbledore wasn't exempt from her ire either.

Drowning in rage and despair, she got up and opened the window to breathe the warm air that felt oppressive, as if the universe were out to get her. In a fit of frustration, she grabbed the nearest object and smashed it against the wall. "Everything will be fixed anyway," she told herself, wiping away a trickle of blood from her finger, cut by a shard of glass. It reminded her of the times she'd smashed things and accidentally cut herself.

"You mustn't break things, Vanessa," her mother would scold.

"But what does it matter?" Young Vanessa had been rebellious, ignoring her mother's warnings.

"It matters because if you break things, you must face the consequences of your actions. If everything magically repairs itself, people will ask questions, call you a witch, and burn you alive." Carol Taylor smiled, demonstrating her point by conjuring a candle and making it vanish with a flourish. "I know it's hard, but it's for your safety. I love you, and I never want anything to happen to you. This power is dangerous if anyone finds out before you master it."

"If I become an expert time controller, can I break things then?" Vanessa asked, half-joking.

"Do you think expert time controllers break things?" her mother replied, arching an eyebrow.

"I might be the first," Vanessa shot back, giggling as she tossed a vase across the room, narrowly escaping her mother's grasp. A tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled that memory, filled with longing for her mother's warmth. Her moment of nostalgia shattered as a reverberating cough seized her. She instinctively pressed her hand to her mouth, pulling it back to find blood staining her palm.

It was then she noticed blood trickling from her ears—a cruel side effect of her power. She could never understand how she was both blessed and cursed.

The following day, she was jolted awake by a loud shout from downstairs. Rushing to get dressed, she made her way downstairs to investigate, only to find a bizarre scene: Sirius was in a screaming match with a painting, the colorful stream of insults pouring from the canvas drowned out by Sirius's frustrated retorts. After a moment, he yanked the curtains shut, turning to her with an apologetic smile.

"Oh, excuse my mother," he said, rolling his eyes. "She has a lot of strong opinions she loves to share."

Vanessa couldn't help but smile at the irony. Just then, the door creaked open, and Dumbledore entered. He greeted her calmly before heading to the dining room, calling for an urgent meeting. All the non-members—those "kids," as Mrs. Weasley called them—were ordered to go upstairs. She didn't feel excluded, not with Fred, George, and Ginny busy plotting ways to eavesdrop on the meeting. It was all too amusing.

The meeting was urgent because Harry Potter was to go to court and faced potential expulsion. Outrage buzzed through the room as they quickly devised a plan; he wasn't supposed to be brought to the Order HQ this summer, but times change. Harry Potter was coming to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Once that was settled, the focus shifted to Vanessa, prompting a flurry of questions—some curious, others suspicious, especially from Moody.

"Why are we letting a stranger into the Order's headquarters?" Moody grumbled.

"I trust her," Dumbledore replied, his usual calm demeanor contrasting sharply with Moody's gruffness.

"But how do you know she's trustworthy? She could be a spy." The woman with bubblegum hair chimed in.

"Perhaps it's time you heard the story," Dumbledore suggested, gathering everyone's attention. They leaned in as he began, "A few days ago, a woman named Carol Taylor came to me, asking me to watch out for her daughter should she die. Her words intrigued me, so I listened to her tale over tea. She claimed her daughter possessed 'holy' powers and that Voldemort was after her. She believed her daughter would turn the tide of the war, and I believe it too. In these times, we need all the help we can get. The boy who lived and this blessed girl are key to Voldemort's defeat."

"And you blindly trusted that woman?" Moody's skepticism was palpable.

"I put veritaserum in her tea," Dumbledore stated simply, dissipating doubts and allowing the information to sink in. This girl could change the course of the war; she could change history.

Meanwhile, Vanessa found herself in the twins' room, playing one of their ridiculous games with Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. She was suspicious at first, but they eventually convinced her to join in. Before she knew it, she sported a long green beard, which matched Hermione's—everyone except the twins had picked the wrong candies. Suddenly, the door burst open, and everyone rushed out to investigate the commotion. The twins scuttled back into their room, passing out candy to everyone with a note: "For your beard! Thanks for your help! Our bursting-to-open joke shop 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' thanks you!" Vanessa grinned, knowing they did it on purpose but unable to catch them before they vanished with a pop.

On her other side, Hermione and Ron shouted, "Harry!" and rushed downstairs. Ginny and Vanessa exchanged a glance, and without a word, they apparated into the twins' room, ready to confront them. Pressed against the wall, they heard Harry's voice rise in anger. After what felt like forever, Harry stormed out, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

Dinner that evening was uncomfortable. Vanessa was introduced to Harry, who glanced at Hermione as if to say, "Why is she here and I'm not?" Thankfully, the tension eased as conversation shifted, and Harry turned out to be quite kind. Unbeknownst to Vanessa and Harry, this awkward meeting would lay the foundation for history: the encounter between the Boy Who Lived and the Blessed Girl, both destined to destroy the Dark Lord and bring peace to the world.