Irene M. V. Williams

Chapter 12

Irene quickly found that mage magic was very restrictive when compared to using pure magic.

Irene could create a crystal from thin air with pure magic, with mage magic there were so many rules.

Although the Transfiguration teacher was very passionate about her subject, Irene found herself absolutely bored in the class. Even when using her mage magic it was simple, however, when she would look around at her other classmates she supposed she had been a bit spoiled with phenomenal teachers for the last five years.

Although her Charms class was somewhat interesting, she still found herself bored during the class. She knew how to do the charms, but the interesting part was doing the spell and wand movement rather than just imagining it. But once again it was still very simple to do with her mage magic.

The only two classes that she felt she could enjoy since it felt as if she truly was learning something brand new was Potions and Herbology. She was familiar with many magical fauna and flora from the Underground however she wasn't regarding the plants in the mage world.

Potions she enjoyed despite the suspicious looks she'd catch her professor giving her and his occasional cutting remark here and there. She sensed great sadness from the man behind the Potions Master.

It was after one class that she stayed behind. "Professor Snape, I know this might be a personal question..."

"Then don't ask!" He interrupted as he began to clean his desk.

"Why do you look at me with such hatred? But then with such great sadness afterward?" His hands stilled, then clenched, crumpling the paperwork that he had just picked up.

"I only ask because if there is anything that I can do to lessen your suffering, I'll do it." Irene wasn't sure what made her say the last bit, it just came tumbling out and she regretted it as soon as his eyes flashed with something dark as they shot back towards her.

"I do not need your pity, Miss Williams."

"I would never..."

"Leave!" His eyes were wild, and Irene nearly fled his presence.

Later that same evening, Severus would find the most gorgeous set of crystal glass vials he'd ever seen sitting on his desk, once he had come back from dinner. A small note would read, "'Poetry is about the grief...'"

*Time skip brought to you by every time Harry Potter said Brilliant*

Professor Quirell, and by extension his persistent shadow, were confused. What was the girl named Irene Williams? Quirrell was in the mindset that she could not actually be a muggleborn, not with the power that seemed to radiate from her.

She paid expert attention in his classes, like any good student would, however, it was her questions that confused him.

When speaking about the vampires in Albania, she asked, "Modern-day vampires rarely group together, and they definitely do not hunt in packs. So I wonder what a group of them were doing in that forest that day, with no immediate food source available to them?"

When speaking about the dangers of being out on the night of a full moon, she asked, "The most dangerous werewolf is the one who isn't one with their wolf, far too volatile. So if that's so, why aren't there more reports of people being bitten both in the muggle and wizarding worlds?"

The Dark Lord was confused because although the child had the capability to do so she never called Quirrell out on his blatant lies, instead she proposed accurate questions that caused many a thought-provoking discussion. She was highly intelligent.

It wasn't until one day after a lesson he found out just how smart she was.

"Miss Williams...may... I sp...speak with you briefly?"

Waving on her friends, she turned back to the professor her head tilted to the side. "What did you wish to discuss with me, professor?"

"I was... mer...merely wander...ing when you we..were intro...duced to the wizard...ing community."

She tilted her head to the side, and then promptly sat back behind one of the students' desks. "Is it truly relevant?"

He nodded in response. His eyes narrowed as she stared at him for a moment before smiling brightly, causing him to blink in surprise.

"I came to Diagon Alley rather early before the school year began, it was shortly after my sister and I moved to London."

"You...seem...to be almost like..."

At his well-placed hesitation, she responded with a sly grin, "Like a Pureblood?" Once more he nodded in response. "As soon as arriving in the mage...sorry wizard world my sister and I sought to learn everything we could about it. We didn't wish to offend anyone by woefully being ignorant of current customs and traditions." She tilted her head to the side and leaned back in her seat while staying perfectly poised, "I have a photographic memory, so that helps as well."

"Ah, that...that does make more sense." At this Quirrell tilted his own head in parody, his eyes darkening as his stutter fell away. "If only more mudblo...muggleborns sought to do the same."
She grinned her teeth seemed to glint in the low lighting and for one moment both the dark shadow and the professor had a brief flash of a goblin's grin. "If only the so-called Light side of politics would help new witches and wizards in this aspect."

The Dark Lord now in full control of Quirrell viewed the girl before him with a fair share of curiosity and the smallest piece of him in trepidation. What was the child's angle?

"If...or rather when I support a political leader in this world it will be one that realizes magic isn't a tool to be used by the pions, rather it is a way of life the very fabric of this universe." Her goblin-like grin only sharpened. "They will have my full backing as long as they realize that all magical blood is equal. However..." 

Here she stood and lifted her finger as if to prove her next point, "They will have to truly respect magic for what it is, the very life force of every magical being on the planet. Thus, something to be respected and not used with disregard." Her eyes almost seemed to glow for a moment with emerald fire, "The traditions of old where those with magic in their blood gave back to this force will have to be upheld, or else the very fabric of the universe could unravel." She shrugged, "Then there would be nothing left of mage blood, no...instead pure magic would reign." The little girl let out a cold laugh, she shrugged once more, "Of course, I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad thing." The magic that had been building up around the room broke and an almost wind-like wave of power left the room with a sigh.

After the child had left, the Dark Lord would ponder on what transpired for some time. The child would be a force to reckon with in the future, already her power was extraordinary. At the end of his thoughts, he concluded that he would have to have that power on his side, or else he would need to find a way to destroy it before it in turn would destroy him.