Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 3

A large hiss followed by whistles and cheers was an alarm clock enough for me; the train had arrived. Gently, I flicked my wrist, "Wingardium Leviosa." To the chime of my smooth voice, my luggage floated behind me as I descended onto the platform. Avenger bounced out of the train car, and sat atop my luggage with a trace of an upward turn in his beak; he was smiling. Already, a few small faces gaped at the owl and me; I smiled knowing I was gorgeous to behold even with my metamorphmagus powers disguising me. Not bad for a run-of-the-mill Riddle.

Doused in the empty blanket of night, Hogwart's stone walls and high towers gladly welcomed me. The flame flickering windows prompted a memory that I guarded with my soul. A chill rushed through my spine and the bottomless well of my emotions rumbled. Gasping for breath, I covered my mouth with both hands and fought back tears. Luckily, I was alone in my own boat crossing the Black Lake and it was too dark for the student's in their ferries to see crystal tears overpower me.

Maven, pull yourself together! I scolded myself pulling my black cloak over my shoulders. He doesn't care about you; you wasted your prime years on him for nothing. Now, it's time for you to relive your life. Forget him. An aching sigh of lament escaped my lungs. If only I could.

Into the Chamber of Reception, I walked with the students and I was greeted by the headmaster. "Maera Zeria?" Albus Dumbledore said looking at the file, I handed him nervously. My blue eyes darted back and forth hoping he would not recognize me even with an assumed name and semi-disguise. This particular wizard was my Transfiguration professor the first time I attended Hogwarts. The old man was once a favorite professor of mine when he helped me understand my rare gift of being a metamorphmagus. Yet bitterness seized me two years after I graduated Hogwarts with the betrayal of his good friend and my first love. "Your permanent position will be Disciplinarian. Other than that, you shall assist any of the professors at a moment's notice. So I would encourage you to not get lost in the castle. I hope that will not be too great of a job for a young witch like you." The wizard said and I forced a smile.

"Sir, this is all I've ever dreamed of doing. I hope I do not disappoint."

"We shall see. Do not be late to the welcoming feast tonight."

Although seeing Dumbledore brought back sad memories, I was still full of excitement for this new adventure. Requirement compelled me to thank the sage and I rushed off to the sixth floor corridor where my office and chamber waited. The large halls echoed memories, most of which included my head in a book or my head in the clouds of fantasy. Wielding my birch wand, the few cases of luggage opened and organized their contents into the bureau at the foot of my bed. A swift wind swept up from the floor as I danced around the compact chamber and office snapping my wand at the furnishings. Instantly, the room darkened becoming cave-like with glows from extravagant candelabras made of iron and bones.

As I spun around in the darkness, my empty suitcases transformed into a shelf and a tall work table and I dusted them off. Finally, my fast feet stopped near the door and I touched a tiny obsidian square linked on a unicorn hair necklace. "Alchimia videor." My whisper lit the room with purple light and thousands of phials and small chests appeared in the empty bookshelves. The giant eagle owl hooted in delight at the magic I possessed. I smiled seeing all my potions and materials I collected from around the world appear in their assigned places.

One thing remained before I could leave my chambers for the Great Hall. I dug my journal from the inner pocket of my robe and asked, "Will I be recognized?" The blank pages of the enchanted journal revealed a response in blood.

Yes...