The Past meets the Future at Hogwarts (Part 2)

Chapter 25: Victoria

Waking up to Professor Sprout telling you that your half brother for the quest has gone missing was definitely a knew low on the spectrum. I found myself not breathing for a second before sprinting out of bed in my pajamas.

They weren't your normal matching pajama sets. It was Zagan's sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants with the Finding Nemo socks my dad had gotten me for my birthday. My hair was definitely a mess, but that was the least of my worries.

Professor Sprout led me to Professor McGongagall's office. Inside, Professor McGonagall stood pacing back and forth behind her desk. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were both sobbing quietly on a sofa, and surprisingly, Dumbledore was sitting trying to console them.

I was teetering on the edge of a panic attack and found the nearest seat which happened to be McGonagall's desk chair. She didn't seem to mind though as she came over to me. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I didn't want to tell you tomorrow as you left."

"It's-" I tried to start, but stopped. My voice caught in my throat. It wasn't okay. First my boyfriend was attacked months ago, followed by my twin brother. I was finally going to get to see these two just hours before returning to the Dursleys, and now Harry wouldn't even be there. Nothing was okay. No my world was falling apart, and I couldn't put it back together.

My head spun, and I leaned my head against the desk in hopes to calm the nausea.

There was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Weasley moved to open it. Standing at the door were just the people I wanted to see. "Oh, thank the gods," I cried, finding my voice once again as I raced forward and crushed Harry in a hug.

Next was Tristan and Derrick who I hadn't realized were missing, but definitely was glad to have found. I sat down in between the two of them as Harry explained what had happened. By the end of the story, I was finding it easier to breath. He was fine, barely hurt. Yes, poison was scary, but he was here now, and that was what mattered.

Dumbledore dismissed anyone who wasn't directly linked to the chamber, but I was okay with that. By now, Zagan and Owen would be waking up, and I had to be the first faces they saw.

I rushed down to the hospital wing ahead of Mrs. Weasley. I slid in between Owen and Zagan's beds just as Owen began to stur. He blinked a few times before feebly sitting up. I crushed him in a hug, new tears sprouting from my eyes. "Don't you ever do this again. I can't-" I choked on the last word.

"I know. I'm sorry," Owen muttered.

There was loud coughing from the bed beside us, and I jumped, nearly getting myself kicked out and threw myself into Zagan's arms. It took him a second to return it, but when he did, it was like the flood gates opened and suddenly I was sobbing.

"You, you, left me...and, and I didn't know what to do. I, I love you so much, and-"

Zagan pressed a finger to my lips and pulled me closer to him. "It's okay, V. I'm back now. I couldn't leave you for that long."

I looked both ways to make sure no one was looking before crashing my lips to his for a split second before pulling away. I sniffled a little as I moved away from him and back into Owen's arms.

We were released to go to the feast, and the looks on everyone's faces as we walked in were priceless. A few people, like my dad, rushed forward to meet people, my mother. It was cute, but I found it less so as the two people I didn't want to leave, left for their tables.

The feast was just okay for me. Hagrid's return was lovely and all, but Hufflepuff lost by a mile for the house cup since every other house had received at least two-hundred points last night. The best part was probably exams being cancelled. No more stress over that was nice.

The day before Owen and I's birthday we took the Hogwarts express back to London. I was in a compartment alone with just the legacies. I was leaned against Zagan with my legs draped over Owens. Neither boy seemed to care, and I was glad they didn't. I would have done it anyways. Derrick and Bianca were also sitting quite close leaving Tristan to joke about looking like the most single person there. Owen and I reminded him pretty quickly that he was dating our sister, and he fell silent.

The train ride started slowing way sooner than I had hoped. "You had all better come out for my birthday. Dudley's going to London to celebrate becoming a teen. I'd better see you all there," I said smiling and calling Happy Birthday off to my brother as he left to find a friend.

The others left too leaving Zagan and I alone for the last few seconds of the train ride. "If anything happens. Anything at all. You break Hedwig out the old fashioned way and get a letter to me. I'll send Nico and Bianca. Whatever it takes." Zagan said, standing to grab his luggage.

"I will, I promise." I stood as well, going to grab my trunk. If it weren't for Zagan, the thing would have crushed me.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Zagan asked, bringing me forward to hug him.

I shuddered, trying to push away the sudden chill I felt. "Yeah, my arms just gave out."

"You should get back to training. You're losing your strength," Zagan teased.

I glared up at him before softening my features and kissing him. The train slowed to a stop, and Zagan helped me roll my stuff off the train and into the station. I wanted to tell him I didn't need help, but I didn't actually mind it this time. It meant a few more minutes with one of the greatest people in my life.

Too soon we ran into Uncle Vernon. "Get over here girl. Stop being so slow," He growled.

I took my trunk from Zagan and sent him one last smile as he glared at Uncle Vernon before turning the corner and leaving. 'Three months,' I told myself, 'Three months, and you'll be back, and he'll be with you the whole time.'

With that thought I smiled as I loaded into the back of the Dursley's vehicle and was driven to a special kind of Hades.

Book 3 is up and complete :)