A Teacher in Time

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Ignatia Wildsmith (invented floo powder (1227-1320))

The castle was full of secrets. To a random passerby, it looked like a big pile of rubble. To the witch, wizard, or various magical creature, it was their home. The castle stood proud for thousands of years. It watched as the Anglo-Saxons and Jutes came to the British Isles, saw the country go to war with France. It learned the news of wars plaguing the muggle world, listened to the gossip of the young students, heard the teacher's distress, felt their need to  protect the students by preparing them as much as possible. The castle knew it had been standing for a long time. It remembered each student who grew up in the school. The castle was also full of talkative portraits, who all wanted to be heard. There was one hidden away from the main population. She payed attention to every little thing. If you asked the little portrait hanging by a window what was happened the first time the chamber of secrets was open, the witch could tell you. The witch could babble on about the properties of Dragon Blood, Floo Powder, would be able to help you with your astronomy, potions, anything. She loved learning, she loved hearing what the inhabitants had to say. She wanted to help. She listened to conversations, she tried her best to advise the students. They never payed attention. She was just another portrait in the hall who talked. But this little painting was special. She knew. She knew everything. She knew that there was something fishy going on. She knew that the head boy and girl were in some kind of danger. But she didn't know what. And no one would listen.

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"Budge over Mildsith"
"That's- that's not my name Jarin!"
Jarin rolled his eyes "Look, I've gotta go see Leo. So move, err.."
"Ignatia Wildsmith."
"So move Wildsmith."
The witch sighed and climbed up the book case behind her into the portrait above. Ignatia was glad that her "upstairs neighbor" was practically never there. Her own portrait was right in the middle of the "highway", as she liked to call it, and others of the painted were always moving through her frame to get to where they wanted to be. Ignatia figured that since it was rush hour anyway, she might as well go explore. She'd been in the castle long enough that she knew every hidden place, but that didn't mean things got boring. Not at all. Every day there were new kids wandering down the halls. She'd observe as kids snuck away from their common rooms at night, she'd snicker as people planned pranks she knew would cause chaos. Don't get her wrong, in her physical body, she would have disapproved. But after hundreds of years hanging on a wall in the same place, things got repetitive. Sometimes, she'd figure out a way to help the group known as the Marauders. She'd convince Peeves to show them secret rooms, maybe drop a hint to the Fat Lady's friend Violet that the Monks' wine stores recently replenished. Ignatia did know that the one called James Potter had an invisibility cloak. She knew Remus was a werewolf (in her opinion it was quite obvious), she knew that the others were animagi. Yes, those four she was quite fond of.
On this particular day however, when Ignatia was passing by a group of seventh years, she heard something rather odd. She couldn't catch all the words, but she caught enough to know that it was some sort of attack. Ignatia pondered the students' words as she was walking back to her frame after the long day. The castle was well protected. Protected enough that even Voldemort couldn't attack. At least, not for years. The protections were placed perfectly, and You-Know-Who wasn't quite strong enough to break those charms. Not yet. The students weren't allowed to wander the castle by themselves. Ok, alright, there wasn't an "official" rule, they wouldn't be punished if they were, but it was pretty much expected and the students obliged. The holidays were coming up, but they were at least a month away (you began to lose track of time when you're a painting), and students weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. She figured it must just be slang, maybe the group meant a prank. That had to be the most likely answer. It was all a prank. But Ignatia had an uneasy feeling, and not to toot her own horn, but her suspicions were usually right. She heard whispering up ahead. Whoever it was obviously didn't want to be overheard. And with it being after hours, she was curious. She snuck into the nearest empty frame and froze, pretending to be asleep.
The footsteps got closer, and the voices got louder.
"Listen to me closely. I'm only gonna say this one more time. Anyone could be listening. We got word that Lily Evans was going back into the muggle-" he spat the word out (Ignatia decided the speaker was a boy) "-world for Christmas. James Potter was going with, along with their friends. You know the boss wanted him. Dead or alive. Alive, he's an asset, dead, he's a blow right to that stinking blood traitor family. Figure something out. Got it?"
Ignatia strained her ears. She couldn't hear the reply, it was too muddled. She waited till the footsteps rounded the corner before changing direction and sprinting (as well as best she could, most of the frames were occupied and it was awkward) to the gargoyle that guarded the headmasters office. She wouldn't be able to get in, but she could try to wait. If only she could get close. No. No! She swore she had important information. She tried. Banged at the barrier the others out up, threw the closest items, and cried. The other portraits pushed her out. She couldn't get through. Her vital information never did get shared. Information that could save an innocent life was ignored. Because no one would listen. Because Ignatia Wildsmith wasn't a popular painting, someone would die. And the castle grieved.

A/N: I tried a different style for this chapter, I hope you like it! Please vote and review, it would mean a lot to me!