Finder
ˈfīndər/
noun
a person who finds someone or something.
This is the story of a girl.
A finder...
That couldn't even find herself.
Logan Moore has a secret. Soon she will discover that secrets have the power to turn lives upside down.
Marauder...
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"Miss. Moore?"
Logan squeezed her eyes tighter..
"Oh, Miss. Moore!"'
With a sigh she opened her eyes to see Madam Pomfrey.
"Thank heavens your alright! You had quite a nasty fall!"
Logan looked around and shakily sat up.
"What happened to me?"
"You were attacked by a boggart."
"No... after that..."
Madam Pomfrey looked confused.
"You fell unconscious...?"
"But what was that... thing? The dark force. I-I felt it inside me!"
"Sweetheart, there was no dark force."
"I believe I may be able to answer some of Miss. Logan's questions." A voice said and the two turned to see Professor Dumbledore standing in the doorway.
"Miss Moore is still unwell-"
"It will only be a moment."
Madam Pomfrey sighed.
"Fine."
"Professor?" Logan asked. Dumbledore sat down at the edge of her bed.
"My darling, you have a rare case indeed."
"Am I sick?"
"In a way... you see Logan, there is a... sickness inside of you."
"Am-am I g-going to... die?"
Dumbledore looked away.
"I don't know."
"In the forest, there was this dark matter. Madam Pomfrey said it was just the boggart... that's not true, is it?"
"No."
"What am I?"
"An obscurial... you have an obscurus inside of you. It was formed by you suppressing your magic as a child... and even now."
"How do you know?"
His blue eyes looked at me.
"Because my sister was one."
"Where is she? Can she help me?"
"No."
"Why not?!"
"Arianna Dumbledore is dead."
"Oh."
He looked away from her. Logan shifted her position.
"Professor?"
"My dear, you must learn to control the force inside of you... or else, yes, you will die."
