Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}

Chapter 12: Ronnie Mc-Ginge

Leo POV

I sat on the sofa, board.

I sighed, and thought of all the thing I could do.

Me, Phoenix and Harry could walk to the corner shop and try and nick sweets from the large jar.

Oh, wait, Harry’s under house arrest for having a house elf appear in his room and drop a cake on some Miss What’s-It’s head.

Then again, if she was at the Dursley’s for dinner, she probably deserved it.

I remember when Vernon put the bars up on Harry’s window. The sound of his pathetic Muggle drill woke me up. I pushed my curtains open, and threw the glass panes of the window open. I saw Phoenix doing the same. She looked at me, then back at the window. I could see Harry’s face through the bars; he looked…Sad, angry, and hopeless.

“Hey!” I yelled, causing Vernon to stop with the drill and look at me. “What the hell are ‘ya doin’?”

He just gave me an evil looking smile, and went back to drilling. I looked over at Phee, who was gripping the sill of her window so tightly her nails where scratching the wood. I jumped as I heard a loud spark. I looked at my hands, a blue/gray glow was lighting my face. I gulped, and held them away from my face as it stung dully.

“What’s going on?-Uh Oh,” I heard West say at my door. He was in his pajamas. Red plaid pants, and a long sleeved jersey-style shirt with his last name scrawled on the back with a number. I made a note to ask him what it was for.

“PHEONIX!” he yelled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the ground floor. I was dazed, staring at my hands.

“What’s going on?” she asked, coming down, pulling a jumper over her head, it was the one that Mrs. Weasley gave her. I almost laughed at how she looked. Pink pajama pants, green shirt ends that stuck out under the blue jumper.

“Ok, both of you, sit,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. He seemed older. I asked him a few weeks ago how old he was. He was only 26.

“Ok…” he sighed, rubbing his face again. “This is really, really advanced stuff, so I’m going to try my best to explain it to you.” He said, pausing again. I scooted closer to Phee, and held her hand. She was shaking.

“Well…Your-Your mother was a Praesido. Praesido is a person who is…is basicly hardwired to protect someone, a Cogitatio Lector. It’s passed down, from generation to generation.” He said slowly. I was confused.

“You…Ugh this is awkward,” he moaned, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Leo, you’re a Praesido, and Phoenix is your Cogitatio Lector.” He said quickly. I dropped Phee’s hand.

“Are you mad?” Phoenix asked, looking at West.

“Leo, your hands, they spark and glow right?” he asked, looking at me. I nodded slowly.

“Ok…Uh…Hold them away from your body, as far as you can,” he said, pulling me to my feet. I just kept thinking how mad he was.

“Oh stop it! I’m not mad!” he muttered, I looked at him. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll get to it, I’ll get to it.” I held my hands out, and looked at West.

“Now shut your eyes, and completely relax, just let it all go,” he said. I shut my eyes, and took a deep breath. I cracked my neck, and Phoenix grumbled about how I shouldn’t do that.

“Ok, now…Focus on what I’m thinking about ok?” he said. “Phoenix, last year, was face to face with Voldemorte. Imagine what could have happened.” He said calmly. I had my eyes pinched shut, trying to calm myself. I’d always been protective of Phee. I heard a small puff, and West chuckled happily. I opened my eyes, and yelped, jumping back. My hands where engulfed in blue gray flames. They crackled and sparked, letting off a bright glow, like they had in the tunnels under the school, when we got the stone.