Thick smoke hung around the air, omiously, even as the few last flames are extigished, mingling with the the already dark clouds. The professors hadn't felt sp hopeless since the second wizarding war. Hogwarts seemed to reflect the feelings of those around it, looking as dull and bleak as it had ever been. The Professors gazed up at the School, different emotions coloring their faces, fear, shock, numbness abd most of all, rage. Even though the,attackers had fled, many eyes continued to stare at the place thet had been, bleakly. No one spoke and now, no one moved. The silence was more stiffling then the smoke, but at the quick sounding footsteps, heads snap up to watch the Headmistress make her way to them. Her green eyes stare at them grimly as she reaches them, carrying in her arms the Sorting Hat. Just by looking at her drawn, pale face, they knew that something was wrong. She clutches the hat tightly and without speaking, the group knew that she had an answer. Though none knew if this answer would be good or bad.
"They refuse to take responsibility for the actions," her voice proclaims to the dismal group, "Headmistress Victoria states that we have no proof of the attacks on our School." She scowls a bit and her grip on the hat tightens. The tension in her shoulders seemed to tighten more as she spoke. It was as though each word twisted the tension more.
"This is the final straw. The Malistar Academy must be stopped. They have gone to far and they know it. They believe that we are not strong, and they are right." All of the gathered groups gasp, never in a million years did the gathered teachers expect to hear those words uttered. "We had no choice but to close the school," she pauses deliberately, "until now."
"What did you find?" The eager voice of the Charm Professor rings out,
"I found a scroll in the Sorting Hat. It tells about a promise made before Hogwarts was founded. A promise that has failed more times the it has succeeded." The professors looked confused, "But this time, it shall be different. They were sent to fight by themselves, with no help, but if we decide to do this, then we will help them as they help us. But, there is one thing that bothers me." Her voice was bleak and all heard her pause as though it was a sound, "If-when we succeed, the promise must be renewed, and they must decide if they wish to continue to fight with us. If they don't, well, the destruction the can reap upon us is no joke. The scroll goes into detail about the chaos that was caused when they almost didn't renew the promise, and it is horrific. I do not wish to imagine what could happen if they decided not to renew the promise."
Arguing breaks out, and Professor Longbottom says over the loud chatter,
"We just have to show them that we are worth fighting for. That we can be trusted." Everyone blinks at his idea,
"It's simple, and yet, it could work." The other professors nod in agreement, and the Headmistress states, "shall I summon them?" Slowly, the group begins to nod, and with a grim look she hands the Sorting Hat to Professor Longbottom.
"I refuse to let anything happen to Hogwarts. This I swear." She holds out the scroll, and unrolls it, all the other teachers gathering around her to gaze at the old vow. She reads it quickly, but it is Professor Longbottom who finishes first.
"We need you to sign it in your blood." He worryingly tells the older woman, "Will you be able to do it?" Her harsh eyes are his answer, and he backs up a bit. The woman pulls out her wand, and pricks her finger, before Conjuring a quill and sighing her name. The scroll begins to shine, and she begins to recite the incantation.
"Long before the school was built,
A single promise became the hilt,
A sword of mighty souls,
Love creating a common goal,
Four hearts pours loyalty and life,
when all is lost and in strife,
No hope to lean upon,
and then they will spawn.
Giving up the freedom of eternity,
For a prison of uncertainty,
Air, water, fire and earth,
Shackled themselves to protect our hearth,
Be deserving of their trust,
Or life as you know it will combust.
Rennervate psyches salvio."
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Guardian's Promise
Fanfiction"What are you?" Her wolf like red eyes seemed to laugh even as she smirked, "I'm what's protecting this House." Albus blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, "How?" Cree laughs softly, almost mockingly, "You'll just have to find out." ~*...
