Catching Water (Discontinued, rewrite in progress)

The Future

Godric Gryffindor’s POV:

        “Godric?” Salazar’s voice is audible in the distance. I sigh and put down my book.

        “Yes?” I call out. Salazar’s green robed appearance materializes from the shadows.

        “What is it that you’re not telling us?” he asks bluntly. I grimace, realizing that I should have hid it better. They’re catching on.

        “Please don’t.” I reply. “I can’t let you know.”

        “It has something to do with Miss Rose, doesn’t it.” He presses.

        “Stop asking!” I gasp out. I sink into a chair, putting my head in my hands. “I’m sorry.” I mutter. “I’m just not ready to tell you all yet.”

Salazar stares at me before changing the subject. “Miss Rose has proved to be quite strange. The future seems to be a completely different place, from what I’ve heard her say. I have a request from one of my students to show you this.” He holds out the letter, which I carefully take from his hands.

Good Sir, 

I am writing to you on behalf of my son, Phineas. One of the students, Bethany Rose, appears to have gone wild and out of hand. She refused a marriage contract (Which should only be refused by a guardian), and went even further to claim that she lived in such a place where marriage contracts don’t exist. I suggest that you keep an eye on her and give her extra lessons on how to act like a proper lady. I refuse to believe that a half-blood can be so influencing. If she angers another pure-blood family, there will be much trouble. She is lucky that I am only writing to you, and not arriving at your school myself to turn her in to the muggles.

Good day,

            Hallard Bellos

        I burst out laughing. “She-she-ahhaha!”

        “The future seems to take quite a turn.” Salazar continues monotonously. “But what if Miss Rose’s behavior continues like this. It could get out of hand if not contained.”

        I sigh. “I guess I’ll talk to her.”

Bethany’s POV

        “Good evening, Christopher!” I say, carefully selecting my words so that I didn’t have to explain what ‘Hey’ or ‘Hi’ was. He’d probably confuse it with the words ‘Hay’ and ‘High.’

        “Good evening.” He sighs from in front of the fireplace. He’s holding a letter.

        I shake my head. “What’s the sigh for? Are you alright?”

        “I am fine.” He says. He puts his head in his hands. I jump into the seat next to his.

        “You certainly don’t look fine.” I point out.

        “Don’t?” He asks. Dang it. I can’t even use compound words.

        “It’s a combination of do and not.” I explain impatiently. I can tell that he originally knew what I meant, though. “Now. What’s on your mind?”

        “It is nothing.” He says. “Do not worry about it.” I watch his figure retreat back up the stairs.

        “I’ll see you at breakfast, then?” I call, thinking hard.

        “Yes.” He says distantly. He looks as if he’s seen a ghost. I sigh as the sound of his footsteps disappear up the staircase. I shake my head and head to my dormitory, which I share with a pair of twins. I believe their names were Patricia and Jessica.

        “Hello.” I say softly. I glance wistfully out the window, wanting to be at home.

        You will be home after you finish your task. The voice inside my head tells me like it had a million times.

        “Greetings.” Patricia says, smiling at me. She takes in my appearance. “Why do you never wear dresses besides in classes?”

        I snort at that question. “Dresses are not exactly my style.” I say. “I prefer clothing I can be comfortable in.”

        “They are comfortable!” Jessica says defensively.

        “Do they make you feel comfortable about your appearance, or comfortable to move around in?” She’s silent. I send a nod in her direction.         “Exactly. Appearance isn’t what I go for when I look for everyday attire.”

        They glance at each other as I turn away, grabbing the nightgown Ravenclaw had leant me, and pulling it over my head. I slump on my bed, ignoring their whispers, and falling asleep way after the candle has been blown out. I think about the situation I’d suddenly gotten pulled into.

Different culture. Different beliefs. Different style of dress. How was I going to survive even fitting into the time period until I could complete the mission? Bethany Rose, daughter of Poseidon, destroyed by a bunch of froofy dresses. And what about Christopher Lopez? He was just an ordinary person, but there was more to him than what others could see. What would happen when I got back? Would I have been gone for long? Would they have already saved the Sorcerer’s Stone? Would the stone be gone and Voldemort be back? There was only one way I could know for certain. Wait. And if you know anything about what demigods are bad at, it’s waiting.