Enchanted Tale

Thirty Eight: The Power of Those Which Came Before

Harry's POV

"You're lying!" I exclaimed. I turned towards my window fighting the urge to once again mourn my mother.

My father laid his hand on my shoulder. "Harry-" he choked.

I turned to face him. "She was innocent, father! She tried to resolve the conflict and ended up a victim! This was your mess! But you wouldn't set your pride aside and do anything about it! It's your fault she's dead!" I cried.

He looked down in shame, seemingly fighting back tears himself. "You don't think I've told myself that same thing every moment I think of her? I feel that empty space in my bed reminding me of my failure!"

I pushed passed him. He followed. "Harry, I did what I must to make things right but to this day the guilt and the shame wear me down! And now, I have failed you because you have fallen into the trap of the enemy!"

I finally turned to face him with fire in my eyes. "She is innocent in this! You cannot blame her for their crimes!"

"She is just like them! Defiant! Conniving! Insolent! Harry, she will take you out the first moment she gets! Whatever it is you think she feels for you is folly!" He grabbed onto my shoulders and wore a pleading expression. "I may have failed your mother but I'll be damed should I fail you too! You are to stay here in this castle until this matter is resolved for good!" He stormed off towards the exit.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I am going to do what I should have done long ago."

I knew what that meant. I shuddered at the thought. "NO!"

I raced to the door that he slammed closed. I used all of my might to get it open. Anita's magic was strong, too strong for there to be any hope of escaping. I did not let that stop me. I went to my window trying to pry it open. Unsuccessful, I grabbed my fitting stool and threw it against the glass. It shattered but the magic acted as a shield and the stool and glass fell into my room instead of out.

"DAMN IT!" I screeched.

Then a realization hit me. I looked toward my mirror and shoved it to the side. I noticed the small hole in the wall. I grabbed the stool slammed it's leg into the hole. Again. And again. And again.

King Jack's POV

I stormed down to my meeting hall coming across Briar. He bowed in respect.

"Bring me the boy."

Elle's POV

Elle?" Eric asked behind me.

Uninterested in what he had to say, I focused my attention on something peculiar. "Eric, did the boys say where they were going?"

"Elle, look!"

I turned around to see a box in his hands. Behind him, a brick was pulled from the fireplace. I wore a confused expression.

"Elle, I think this box has your family's wand..."

My eyes grew wide. Eric examined the box. He grew an uneasy expression as he held it out to me.

"Here. I think you should be the one to open it..."

I slowly brought my hand up to take it. I hadn't registered what this actually meant. What was to come of this? I was frightened and unprepared. I brought my hand over the top and slowly pulled it up.

I looked up at Eric who looked upon me, amazed. My family's wand...

"What am I to do with it?"