The Lost Black (The Predestined Trilogy - Bk 1) (A HP FanFic)

Chapter 25: Sins of the Mother

 I ran through the corridors and straight to McGonagall's office for my Saturday morning tutoring session, gripping a letter in my hand. I threw open the office door and before she could scold me I waved the paper at her.

"It's official!" I squealed.

Her eyes widened as she took the letter and read it carefully.

After reading it, she gave a nod of approval and handed the letter back to me. "Well done, Black."

That morning, I received a letter from the Ministry that I have 'officially' been cleared for O.W.L.s given that I have been doing exceptionally well in all of my classes and with catching up. The letter did warn me that I can only take the exams like this once and can only retake only a couple classes if I did poorly, but I've already accepted it and started using it as a source to fuel my determination even more.

"I'll show that toad how wrong she is!" I laughed.

McGonagall lips thinned, but she didn't scold me. "Just because you've been approved to take O.W.L.s does not mean you can slack off. These next couple weeks will be crucial and difficult. Are you ready?"

"Never been more ready," I grinned.

She beamed down at me. "Good. Now get your wand out. We'll be reviewing the the Vanishing Spell today."

The lesson ended up taking a couple hours longer than normal, but I didn't care. McGonagall wanted to quiz me and recite some spells' definitions, before dismissing me. It was mid-afternoon and there was a hint of a summer's breeze in the May air. There's only two weeks left until O.W.L.s and if what McGonagall and the other professors are telling me is true, then I should be narrowly caught up with everyone by the time exams roll around. I didn't think the magic would come so easily to me. The professors have stated before that I have a strong natural gift for it, but they assume that it must come from my mother as she, too, had a strong natural gift that amazed multiple witches and wizards.

Speaking of Mom, I haven't written to her since the day that Snape gave me her letter. I didn't know what to say, and I couldn't ignore it, even if I tried. Each time I did try, I would curse her out, and then end up setting the letter on fire. She's sent me multiple letters, but I couldn't bring myself to open them. They sat in my trunk, unopened and collecting dust. I've gotten letters from Mrs. Weasley and Remus, encouraging me to write to my mother, but I still refused. Tonks wrote to me as well, but it was on behalf of Sirius, practically ordering me to write to Mom. I still refused.

That letter she had Snape give me... It still pained me to think about it. But now, after I had that chat with Theodore, a painful rage has been boiling in my stomach. Why didn't she tell me about Theodore or his mom? Why didn't she tell me about the ties between the two bloodlines? Why didn't she tell me anything? Didn't she think I had the right to know this?

I can't let it drag me down. Not when I'm so close-

I turned the corner and ran into someone and our books went sprawling on to the floor.

"Sorry-" I started to say, until I noticed it was Theodore. "How do you do that?"

"You really don't watch where you're going, do you?" He shook his head at me.

"That's because I normally can see beforehand if someone's going to run into me," I snapped. "Seriously, the only person I can't sense is you."

"Then it sounds like you still need to work on your precognition abilities."

I crossed my arms. "Oh? Then why don't you move if you sense me coming?"

He sighed irritably. "Because I don't have the precognition power you do. Not all Seers can See into the immediate future like you and act on it. Some don't even have an additional power like that."