To Tame A Wild Heart || Book One (An Open SS Fan fiction)

CHAPTER 13 : A Half Of A Whole*

Florina fell to the ground. 

Many visions were racing themselves in her mind all at once. All of them were pouring into one and only feeling. Recognition. 

'I have been here before,' she whispered to herself shivering slightly. 

'I have seen this. I have seen you.' She continued to repeat that over and over to no one. Suddenly it hit her... those weren't visions. Those were memories, someone else's memories, but whom? 

As she was trying to focus on each one, a very particularly unique memory grew stronger and more vivid in her head.

A woman, her eyes as blue as the deep ocean and had no pupils. They were mesmerizing. Her hair was hanging low below her waist, amber and shinning streaks in the sunlight. She was holding a book. She seemed very happy, victorious. But her face seemed very familiar."

"I have seen her before," I said louder. I couldn't see myself, I could only see her. As if I was witnessing all of this from her own point of view. She was standing in front of the mirror and a hideous ghost appeared to her. She wasn't terrified of him at all but rather... pleased. It gave a peculiar gaze and his gaze fell to the book she was clutching in her hands.

"Where did you find that?" it asked angrily, it's voice high pitched.

The woman replied, her voice muffled and disassembled. But whatever was the reply given to the ghost, he was rendered speechless. 

She gave him a venomous smirk and held the book in front of her to show him. She then pointed at the title 'Portrait Of Markov' which was clearly visible reflecting off of the mirror. 

The ghost kept staring back at her, wide eyed. She then asked him a question, her smirk never fading away. It kept its intense and befuddled gaze on her. That moment didn't last long however as it finally shock its head refusing to answer.

Suddenly her smirk fell and it was replaced with anger. I have seen that same angry face before. 'She has a very short temper,' I concluded at once in my head. 

Her gaze suddenly fell on me. She just stared without blinking. I didn't even notice that the ghost disappeared. She replaced him smirking devilishly at me from inside the mirror. It was just me and her staring at each other. I couldn't move or blink. All I could do was to stare back at her deep ocean blue orbs. After a few moments, I managed to croak, "Who... Who are you?"

Her smirk intensified as she said in a low familiar voice, "Look in the mirror."

My voice! That was my voice!

"Oh for Godric's sake witch, how many times are you going to faint?" the emerald eyed wizard growled as he sat down beside the unconscious witch. 

He kept shaking her to oblivion, shouting louder for her to respond. He was surrounded by Bubbles the elf who was petrified, Rose who was murmuring 'I knew this would happen. But did she listen to me, NO!'

The seemingly indifferent potions master who was startled by the witch's scream and came inside running. And finally the emerald-eyed wizard, who too heard the scream and tumbled his way into the darkness until he found the bathroom.

"Hug her!" David exclaimed suddenly to the other wizard who was standing observing the fainted body intently.

Severus snorted, "It doesn't work like that dunderhead. Something must have happened to her different than before," he frowned lazily gesturing at the witch "I am not just an energy machine for her highness."

Rose and Bubbles both nodded at his brilliance. He was right. Florina didn't deplete her energy nor she was forced to.

The witch in David's arms eventually regained her consciousness. Startled and glad at the same time, he hugged her tightly. Both Rose and the elf gasped in surprise. Severus simply rolled his eyes and mumbled something similar to 'Drama Queen.'