Forgotten

Book 1 Ch 11

"Remind me why I have to do this." I said, looking over the edge of the balcony in the dark arts classroom. Sweat made it hard to keep my grip. A few of my fingers slipped off of the column causing me to frantically readjust my hold.

"You need to overcome your fear of heights." McGonagall said.

"I'm perfectly fine staying on stable ground, thank you."

"You are an animagus who cannot transfigure because you are scared of flying."

Quirrel stepped into the room and almost missed that McGonagall and I were here. McGonagall pulled me from the edge before he did notice us. I wiped my palms on my robes and leaned against the wall, glad to be back on solid ground.

"Pro-professor McGona-gall. Mi-miss Evans. Can I he-help you with some-something?"

"Miss Evans was telling me that she was having an issue understanding what you were going over in class, so I brought her here to clarify with you."

I hold back a glare as I look at McGonagall. She could of at least prepared me about what our excuse would be before we had come inside.

"Yes - unicorns - their blood. Is it true that if you drink it, you gain eternal life?"

Quirrel turned pale. He began to scurry around the room.

"That - that was not apart - apart of our lessons."

"I must have read it in a book somewhere." I looked to McGonagall and hissed through my teeth. "Can we go now?"

"Does that answer your question, Miss Evans?"

"I believe so, now I should really get going."

I hurried out of the room before McGonagall could force me over the railing again. I hated that I was an Animagus. Most students loved the idea of being able to transform into an animal, but they just saw the ideas in books. None of them were forced to transform and fly from high places when everyone knew that you were terrified of heights.

McGonagall had taken my training to the next level. The summer holidays didn't start for another ten weeks, yet to her it might as well start tomorrow. On top of my never ending work, she had started my summer training extremely early in whatever empty classroom she could find. Most of my training had become me hanging from high grounds until I didn't shake as bad as when I first stepped up. There were more than enough times where I thought that I may fall from exhaustion.

"Emily," McGonagall hurried down the corridor to catch up. "Follow me."

My shoulders sunk.

"Professor please, I am exhausted. Can't we pick up tomorrow?"

"It is not about that. I only wish to speak with you."

My interest had piqued now. We made our way to McGonagall's office where she looked the heavy door behind us. I sunk into a chair and plopped one of the candies on her desk into my mouth.

"What's this about?" I asked.

"Do not talk with your mouth full, Emily."

I ignored her. "Is this about my training? Why are we starting so early?"

"I wanted to congratulate you for how well you have taken to your training. We have never started so early in the year, and facing a fear is not an easy task. You have surpassed all of our expectations time after time."

"Thank you professor, but I really must ask for some rest. Only for a day if it's not too much."

McGonagall smiles to me. "Of course. We can pick up again next week."