A Witch of Great Importance

by ReBelWrites_97

Summary:

Ryann had quelled the majority of her jealousy over her twin brother's magical abilities, but her small hope was reignited when she also received a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts when they twins were 15.
As it turned out, this late bloomer of a Witch was going to be holding far more importance than anyone could have predicted.

Chapter 1: A Late Bloomer

"Joey," Ryann softly whined, standing in the doorway to her brother's bedroom, whispers of an Irish accent slipping into her Londoner accent, "I'm trying to tell you about the show Mother and I saw last night."

"Which was called?" Joey asked, turning the page on the copy of The Daily Prophet he'd received via owl earlier that morning, his accent mirroring hers.

"I already told you. It was 'A Woman of No Importance' on the West End," Ryann sighed, moving to press the paper full of moving pictures down onto the top of Joey's writing desk, "If you would listen, you would have known that."

"Sorry, Ryann," Joey sighed, "It's just so, interesting, what's happening in the wizarding world."

"And the 'Muggle' world isn't?" Ryann joked with a quirked brow.

"I didn't say that," Joey chuckled in return, "I just don't know as much about it anymore."

"Because you spend so much of the year away at Hogwarts," Ryann sighed, going towards Joey's bookshelf and pulling out one of his older textbooks.

Ryann would be lying if she said she didn't read his old textbooks while he was away at school. She had been jealous that her younger twin brother had the amazing gift of magic, while she did not.

"Hey, I still write you plenty," Joey tried to cheer his sister up, "And, send you plenty of sweets from Honeydukes."

"I know but, I still miss having you around all the time," Ryann muttered as she skated her fingers over the printed text.

Joey had moved to stand next to his sister, when he then heard the soft tap of a beak on the glass of his open window.

"Oh, wonder who that's from," Joey said, getting up to greet the owl, retrieve the letter, and give the owl a treat, "Maybe it's Sebastian or Ominis."

"I wish I could meet your friends. They sound quite fun," Ryann softly lamented.

When her brother didn't respond, and she didn't hear him opening the letter, she looked up to see a confused look on his face.

"What is it?" Ryann asked.

"There are two letters. And, one of them's addressed to you," Joey said, holding out the second letter.

"Me? Really?" Ryann asked before accepting the letter, heavy from the parchment it contained.

With a confused look of her own, Ryann opened the letter, and was beyond stunned by what she saw. The top of the letter bore the crest of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But, as far as the Moores knew, Joey was the only one who showed any sort of magical talent.

"Dear Miss Ryann Moore,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year student.

Term begins on 1 September.

Preliminary supplies have been collected for you and will accompany you on your journey to the castle.

As you may be aware, the Decree for Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery prohibits the use of magic by those under the age of seventeen outside of school. However, due to your unique circumstances, the Ministry has graciously agreed to allow Professor Eleazar Fig to help you hone your spell-casting before escorting you from London to the Castle for the start-of-term feast and the Sorting Ceremony.

Yours sincerely,

M. Weasley

Professor Weasley

Deputy Headmistress 

"What is it?" Joey asked, leaning to look over his sister's shoulder.

"It's an acceptance letter to Hogwarts," Ryann softly spoke, still trying to process the information.

"What?" Joey asked before taking the letter to read for himself.

He had gotten a new acceptance letter each summer to let him know he would get to continue his studies at Hogwarts, but, new students were always eleven. The fact that the twins were fifteen and his sister was accepted to Hogwarts was nearly just as jarring for him.

"So, Professor Fig is going to be coming here?" Joey asked more to himself in stunned confusion as he looked up from the letter to his sister.

Ryann let out a stunned laugh, running her hair through part of her long, dark blonde hair to sweep it from her face. She then took her letter back from Joey before dashing from the room to run down the stairs, yelling excitedly,

"Mam! Mam! You won't believe it!"

Joey let out his own stunned laugh as he looked down at his own Hogwarts letter. He certainly had wished that his twin could join him, to meet his friends and enjoy the wonders of magic, but after his first year he thought it would only be a dream.

"This might cheer Anne up to hear," Joey noted before sitting back at his writing desk, diligently penning a letter to his friend.

---

A heavy knock sounded from the front door of the Moore townhouse. Flora Moore, Lady of the house, brushed some stray hairs from her face before opening the door.

"Good Day. My name is Eleazar Fig. I'm here to tutor your daughter, Ryann," Professor Fig greeted.

"Oh, yes, we've been expecting you. Please come in," Flora greeted in return, her Irish accent clear as crystal, stepping to the side so the man could enter the home, closing the door behind him, "Please pardon if anything is out of place. Since you're going to be tutoring Ryann for a while before the term starts, we thought it best to give Clara, our Housemaid, some time off. She's norm-er, a muggle, like my husband and I.

"Joseph, Ryann!" Flora then called up the stairs of the townhouse, "Professor Fig has arrived."

The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard, which prompted a chuckle from Professor Fig, before the twins descended into the foyer.

"Professor!" Joseph greeted, "It's good to see you."

"Oh, Joseph. So, it's your sister that has become the talk among Hogwarts' staff, then?" Professor Fig asked with a quirked brow and soft smile.

"Yes, sir," Ryann said before giving a small curtsey, as her mother had instructed, "My name is Ryann. I am greatly looking forward to learning from you."

"And I am elated to tutor you," Professor Fig returned, bowing his head slightly to the teen.

"Shall I get you a cup of tea? I don't know if it would be better for you to go to the study or the dining room," Flora speculated aloud, "William, their Father, is at work at the moment so he won't be in the study."

"A cup of tea would be lovely. And, why don't we start in a sitting room? So I can see just what Ryann has tried to learn from her brother," Professor Fig chuckled.

"The study may be more ideal, then," Flora noted, "There's a table in there where the children would study, so that should provide enough space for you. Why don't you two lead him there? I will be there shortly with some tea."

"Yes, Mother," The twins answered.

"This way, Professor," Joseph instructed, gesturing with his head the direction to go.

---

"Joseph! We must be on own way to ensure you get to the train on time," Flora called, pulling on her gloves, "You'll see your sister later. Your Professor will be escorting her!"

"I know, I know!" Joey called as he placed the cage which held his owl on top of his trunk.

He turned to his sister before giving her a quick, sideways hug,

"See you later, Ryann. Maybe you'll be in Ravenclaw with me, since you took to those spells so easily."

"We'll see," Ryann chuckled.

Flora then reached for her daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead,

"Be safe, darling. Study hard, and do well," Flora said warmly with a soft smile, "And I'll see you both for Christmas."

"Yes, Mother," Ryann said with a soft smile of her own.

"Right, let's get going then, Joseph," Flora said, picking up the owl cage as she made her way out the front door.

Professor Fig was going to be arriving with a carriage soon for himself and Ryann to take to Hogwarts while Joey was going once more on the Hogwarts Express to the Castle, since they were Muggleborn and he was underaged. Perhaps it was an effort to keep from giving Ryann a type of culture shock as to why they were having Professor Fig escort her rather than simply having her ride the train with her brother.

Ryann spent the remaining time between when her mother and brother departed and Professor Fig arriving to finish sorting out the packing of her own things.

A heavy knock at the door was answered to show the Professor with a carriage on the street behind him.

"There are no horses in front of the carriage?" Ryann asked.

"Oh, there are. They are beasts called Thestrals pulling the carriage," Professor Fig explained, "But, we can discuss that all later. Let's get your things onto the carriage so we can depart for Hogwarts, shall we?"

Chapter 2: Pluck up your Carriage

"It appears we are almost ready to depart," Professor Fig concluded as he walked around from the back of the carriage, coming to a stop in front of Ryann, "It's a pity we didn't have a bit more time to spend on spell-casting. I presume that you've been practising the spells we worked on."

"Yes, I have, Professor," Ryann admitted with a small chuckle as she held up the secondhand wand she'd been using for the summer.

"Well, I'm quite sure I've never seen anyone take so quickly to a second-hand wand," Professor Fig remarked, "You'll be a force to be reckoned with when you get your own."

Ryann stowed the wand in the sleeve of her coat before answering, "Thank you, Professor Fig. I appreciate you working with me before the start of the term. I can't wai-."

Ryann paused when she saw a man appear from thin air just down the street from the Professor and herself. He was looking around, seeming a bit confused, before he spotted the pair.

"Oh! Eleazar!" The man chuckled before approaching.

"George!" Professor Fig greeted, "Glad my rather cryptic description of our location did not thwart you finding us."

"I've Apparated to more vaguely defined destinations than this," George continued to chuckle, "Though, I confess that I miscalculated slightly on my first try. Gave quite a fright to some theater-goers in the West End."

"Oh dear," Ryann couldn't help but chuckle out herself.

"It's been much too long," Professor Fig continued, "When I received your owl, I must say I-."

"Best not speak here, Eleazar, hm?" George interrupted, looking around the street before giving Professor Fig a nod.

"Of course. Why don't we speak en route to Hogwarts? We have a start-of-term feast and a Sorting Ceremony to get to," Professor Fig offered, speaking to both Ryann and George.

"Wonderful idea! As long as your young charge here doesn't mind me tagging along?"

"Not at all, sir," Ryann said with a soft smile.

Professor Fig then gestured to the carriage that was behind Ryann, "After you, my dear."

"Ages since I've been to the Castle," George remarked as the three started to climb into the carriage, "Would be good to see the old pile of rocks."

He did, however, seem to hesitate for a moment, looking about the street once more before climbing into the carriage.

Once the door was shut, the carriage lurched forward, first rolling down the street before starting to ascend into the sky. Ryann felt a jolt of nerves in her stomach, having never flown before, but given the calm demeanor of the men she was riding with, she let out a steadying breath. She watched out the window as the carriage flew over one of the familiar buildings of her street before ascending into the overhanging clouds.

"I'm glad I caught you before you left for Scotland," George snickered.

"Just barely," Professor Fig remarked with a soft snicker of his own.

"And just who is your traveling companion?" George asked, gesturing to Ryann as she pulled her gaze from the window.

"This is Ryann Moore. She's a new student," Professor Fig introduced.

"'New'?" George asked.

"Yes, sir. I'm starting at Hogwarts as a fifth-year," Ryann explained.

"How extraordinary."

"It is indeed. None of the faculty has ever heard of anyone being admitted to Hogwarts so late," Professor Fig added.

"Nor have I."

"Nor has my brother, despite all the time he spends in the library," Ryann added with a soft chuckle.

"Of course, as the other fifth-years have been honing their magical skills for four years now, the Headmaster asked if I could get Miss Moore up to speed a bit before the term beings," Professor Fig elaborated.

"Well, you couldn't have asked for a better mentor. Professor Fig is not only an exceptional teacher. He's also a remarkably intuitive and gifted wizard," George complimented.

"Mister Osric is prone to flattery. I dare say it's one of the reasons he's risen so far at the Ministry."

There was a brief pause while Mister Osric reached to pull out a copy of The Daily Prophet, holding it out towards Professor Fig, "Have you seen this?"

The headline read "Ranrok's Goblin Rebellion. Truth? Or Gobbledegook?"

"I have," Professor Fig confirmed, "Opinions differ as to how great a threat Ranrok really is."

Having the feeling that the conversation was shifting to a topic that Ryann didn't have much interest for, her gaze drifted back out the window.

"Although I've yet to convince my colleagues at the Ministry, I believe that he is a significant threat," Mister Osric continued.

As Ryann watched the clouds, she thought she saw something moving in them. It to her almost looked like a dragon that she saw in one of her brother's books, but there was also a reddish glow she could see peeking through the mist of the clouds. But, as quickly as it was there, it was gone. She blinked a few times before returning her gaze into the cabin of the carriage.

"And, it was your wife, Eleazar, who alerted me to his activities months ago."

"Miriam? How?"

Mister Osric let out a heavy sigh before continuing, "She wrote to me about Ranrok before she died, wondering what the Ministry knew about his activities."

He then set the copy of the Daily Prophet aside before reaching for something else, "Before I could respond, I received this. It was the last thing she sent me, Eleazar. It came to be via her owl, but with no correspondence. I can only assume-."

"That she had to get rid of it quickly," Professor Fig finished as he reached for the canister, "to keep it safe."

It was larger than either man's hand, and intricately engraved. What Ryann found most interesting, was a soft blueish glow coming from the sigil on the center of the canister.

"Presumably from Ranrok," Mister Osric added, "I cannot open it. Whatever magic protects this is powerful indeed."

"It looks like Goblin metal," Professor Fig remarked as he inspected the canister, "That symbol-."

"But, what's that glow?" Ryann asked, no longer able to contain her curiosity.

"I don't see a glow," Professor Fig noted in a confused tone, tilting the canister in his hands.

"Nor do I," Mister Osric added.

Professor Fig handed the canister to Ryann, since she seemed to see something that the men did not.

After a moment in her grasp, the canister opened to show a key nestled inside.

"Merlin's beard! How did you-?" Mister Osric started to ask before Professor Fig spoke up.

"Wait!" Professor Fig urged.

Ryann had started to reach for the key in the canister when he had stopped her.

"What is it?" Ryann asked, confused as to why she couldn't grab the key.

"We do not know what-," Professor Fig started as he took the canister back.

The general calm within the carriage was interrupted though, as the dragon Ryann thought she saw earlier, bit into the back half of the carriage, taking it and Mister Osric with it.

Quickly, Ryann's hands were clasping the seat she was on as well as the frame of the window next to her, her feet digging into what remained of the floor of the carriage.

"Hang on!" Professor Fig called over the roar of the wind.

Ryann watched in horror as the dragon shattered the portion of the carriage it had in its mouth, taking Mister Osric's life in the process. She shifted to try and look over her shoulder towards the driver, and started to see skeletal, winged horses appear in front of the carriage, pulling it along through the air.

She turned back around to see the dragon open its mouth, and the orange glow of flames started to form in the open mouth.

"Professor?" Ryann called, trying to be heard over the wind.

"Jump!" Professor Fig instructed.

Ryann quickly followed her professor, jumping from the remaining portion of the carriage, before instinctively letting out a scream as she went into a free fall.

"The key!" Professor Fig called as the two tried to stabilize themselves in the air.

"Professor!" Ryann nearly screamed.

"Give me your hand!"

Ryann reached as far as she could, Professor Fig managing to grab her wrist before holding his other hand out towards the key that was falling a few feet below them.

"Accio!" Professor Fig yelled, calling the key to his hand.

The moment the key touched his hand, Ryann felt like she was being squeezed into a tube, and the roar of the wind against her ears fell silent.

Chapter 3: The Path to Hogwarts

Ryann let out a pained cry as she came in contact with a stony ground.

"Are you alright?" Professor Fig groaned out himself.

Ryann tried to find the words to speak, but her mind was still reeling from the fall. She tried to stand up, but felt a sharp pain shoot up her leg.

"You're hurt," Professor fig noted.

"Perhaps a bit," Ryann managed to sigh out.

Professor Fig reached into his pocket and took out a small phial within which was a pale green liquid.

"Take this. It's Wiggenweld Potion. That stuff will right you in a second," Professor Fig said as he handed the open phial to Ryann.

She inspected the bottle for a moment, even giving the liquid a slight sniff before tentatively bringing the bottle to her lips and downing the liquid. She almost let out a cough at how strongly botanical the potion tasted, managing to stave it off. It took a few moments, but the ache she had been feeling in her legs started to subside and Professor Fig started to assess their new surroundings.

"What happened?" Ryann asked as she felt her voice properly return.

"Poor George. I can't believe he-," Professor Fig started to murmur, "What the hell got into that damned thing? Attacking a carriage mid-air? A typical dragon would never."

"Professor, sir? Do you have any idea where we are?" Ryann asked, taking in the surroundings of the cave they were in herself.

"I'm not sure. But the key you discovered was clearly a Portkey."

"A Portkey?"

"An item enchanted to bring whoever touches it to a specific place."

Ryann drew a deep breath before mustering the strength to get herself up on her feet. This time, there was no jolt of pain.

"Perhaps we should have a look around, then?" Ryann offered, "So we can try and figure out where we are."

"Yes. But, stay close," Professor Fig warned, "We've no idea who created this Portkey; or why."

Ryann gave a nod before following Professor Fig out the mouth of the cave. The sight that greeted them, was a home built into a stone pillar out on rough sea water, carried by strong winds.

"How far did that Portkey take us?" Ryann asked, nearly at a loss for words.

"Farther from London than the carriage traveled. We're somewhere in the Scottish Highlands," Professor Fig concluded.

"Sir, those ruins," Ryann started, pointing to the old building in the stone pillar, "Do you think-?"

"The Portkey was meant to lead us there? I do. This has not been the day that either of us expected. But Miriam sent that Portkey to George for a reason. And I believe that she, and now George, died in pursuit of whatever it was meant to lead to.

"If you're sure you're alright, and wouldn't mind indulging me, I'd like to have a look around."

"Absolutely, Professor. I'm quickly becoming just as curious as you," Ryann remarked.

"Good. Let's see if we can find a path, however faded it may be."

Professor Fig then started down what remained of a footpath from the cave they'd appeared in, towards the ruins that they saw out on the water.

"Mind your step," Professor Fig reminded as Ryann followed after him.

"Where do you suppose your wife got the Portkey that brought us here?" Ryann asked as they followed along.

"A good question," Professor Fig noted as he climbed up a bit of a stoneface in the path, "Miriam spent years searching for evidence of a long-forgotten form of Ancient Magic."

"Ancient Magic?" Ryann asked, climbing up behind him.

"Yes. A powerful magic wielded by a rare few that seems to have been lost to time. Hogwarts Castle was built by, and itself is a stronghold of, that ancient magic. I don't know where she came into possession of the Portkey. But I am certain is was to do with this search," He paused, looking around for a moment, "Ah, there's the path down below. This way."

"But sir," Ryann started, easily falling back into step behind the Professor, "Why was your wife searching for evidence of this lost magic in the first place?"

"Miriam wanted to understand why such powerful magic disappeared from the wizarding world; spoke of all the good it could do. But magic is really no different from any power. What really matters is the one who wields it."

The pair came to a stop when their path seemed to be blocked.

"Is that, ice?" Ryann wondered aloud, turning her head slightly as she looked at the wall.

"It's not cold enough here. It appears to be some sort of enchantment," Professor Fig noted as he took a few steps closer, "Someone wanted to block this path. What's say we see some of that wandwork you were practicing."

Professor Fig turned to look at Ryann, who took a moment to realize that she was being asked to take out the second-hand wand she had been given. Ryann reached into her left sleeve before pulling out the wand.

"Use the basic cast and focus on the center," Professor Fig instructed.

"Yes, sir," Ryann said before taking a deep breath. 

The first cast didn't seem to do a great deal, but did fracture the glass-like stone. The second fractured it further, but the third shattered the stone. However, rather than falling down like a pile of stones, the enchantment seemed to melt and wither away into the wind.

"Excellent. Well done," Professor Fig praised before stepping towards the now cleared path.

Ryann followed suit, but the incline ended up being rather steep, and the path a bit slick, and both slid down to the next landing rather than simply walking.

"That was a bit rougher than I'd expected," Professor Fig complained.

"I'll say," Ryann added as she got back on her feet.

The pair walked further along, and paused when it looked like the path was broken and unreachable.

Professor Fig looked around a little before looking behind where Ryann had been stood.

"Ah, up there," He noted before leading the way once more.

They made their way further along the path before Professor Fig noted,

"We're close now. It's just ahead."

And the ruins truly were just up ahead. However, there was nothing else connecting the path they were on to the ruins ahead.

"There's no bridge," Ryann noted.

"For now," Professor Fig said as he stepped towards the edge, "Steady yourself. These winds are strong."

Professor Fig then took out his own wand, waving it towards the bridgeless expanse, "Reparo!"

Ryann watched in awe as large stones started to lift from the water, rebuilding the bridge that had long since collapsed.

"Amazing," Ryann mused before Professor Fig lead the way across the bridge.

"Almost there," Professor Fig encouraged as they climbed the final stairs up the ruins.

The winds died down once they stepped into the heart of the ruins.

"Why would someone have built this here?" Ryann asked as she looked around the ruins.

"I suspect they valued their privacy. That Portkey lead us here for a reason," Professor Fig thought aloud, "Let's have a look around for anything that seems, out of place."

Ryann gave a nod, and instinctively moved to further examine the remains of the mural that was in front of them, "Do you think you can decipher anything from this mural?"

"Let me see," Professor Fig said as he stepped forward, "Perhaps our host was a noted Seer. Interesting."

Looking to the left, Ryann then saw a statue that was still mostly intact.

"Professor, this statue-," Ryann started.

"This may have been his home."

Ryann continued to look around, and saw what looked like a path that wrapped around the back of the ruins.

"Professor, there's another path this way," Ryann called as she followed the remains of said path.

She followed it through to the remains of another room.

"It's more of that enchanted, crystalized stone. But," Ryann looked upward, seeing nothing but a wall of stone, "What is it blocking?"

Ryann approached it, and was surprised to see the same symbol that had been on the canister.

"Professor Fig! You should come take a look at this!" Ryann called back, "It's the same symbol that was on the canister."

Ryann continued to examine the stone as Professor Fig approached from behind.

"How odd," Professor Fig remarked, "Why would someone have conjured that enchanted stone here?"

"And how is there a room behind it?" Ryann added, tilting her head slightly to try and see a bit further into said room.

"What room?" Professor Fig asked, "I don't see anything."

"Well, that symbol that was on the Portkey container is there, too; glowing just like the other one."

Ryann reached out towards the symbol, like they had with the canister, and the enchanted stone melted away to a brick wall.

"What in Merlin's name-?" Professor Fig started to ask.

Ryann had noted that they couldn't hear the crashing waves anymore, and looked over their shoulder, to see the room they had previously seen behind the enchanted stone.

"Professor, I don't think we're at the ruins anymore," Ryann said as they gently tugged on one of Professor Fig's sleeves to pull his attention from the wall.

Chapter 4: Door After Door

"Godric's heart," Professor Fig remarked.

Ryann was in just as much awe. The room looked like the entrance to a fancy theater on the West End; not somewhere in a ruin.

"Where are we now?" Ryann asked, not truly expecting an answer.

"I don't believe it."

"What is it, sir?"

"This looks like Gringotts."

"The Wizard bank? But, isn't that all the way in London?" Ryann asked, "Weren't we just in the Highlands, though?"

"It is, and we were."

Ryann looked around a bit further and started to take tentative steps towards the lectern-like desk,

"Hello?"

A snoring could be heard coming from behind the desk.

Professor Fig stepped forward, putting a gentle arm out in front of Ryann, approaching the desk himself.

"Ahem," Professor Fig cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of whomever was asleep behind the desk. The first one didn't work, so he tried again, "Ahem."

The being behind the desk woke with a start and began to peak over the ledger book.

"Whoa," Ryann whispered.

She had only ever seen parts of Diagon Alley, and it had been a few years since she'd gone. And even then, she'd really only seen other people, not other magical beings.

"It can't be," The goblin remarked, "Just a moment."

The goblin then came out from behind the desk and gave a soft bow.

"Welcome, to Gringotts Wizarding Bank," The goblin greeted, "Vault number Twelve, I presume?"

Ryann and Professor Fig gave each other a confused look before Professor Fig spoke up.

"Eh, precisely," Professor Fig ventured.

The goblin looked at the pair expectantly before continuing, "The key?"

The two looked between each other again, before it dawned on Ryann,

"The Portkey."

"Oh, yes, of course," Professor Fig said before reaching into his pocket for said key.

He then handed the key to the goblin.

The goblin accepted the key before saying, "This way, then."

Professor Fig started to take a step to follow, but paused to turn and face Ryann. In a low voice, he instructed,

"Stay close."

Ryann gave a firm nod before the two of them followed after the goblin.

The group approached a platform with a set of rails. The goblin stopped and let out a whistle and a cart came along on the tracks. When the cart came to a stop, the goblin gestured to it.

"After you," The goblin added.

Professor Fig then gestured for Ryann to take a seat first, which she hesitantly did.

"Keep your hands inside the cart if you don't wish to lose them," The goblin warned as he climbed into what Ryann assumed to be the driver's seat of the cart.

The cart then started to roll along the tracks, opening to a vast underground network that was larger than Ryann could've ever guessed.

"Wow, just how many vaults are there in Gringotts?" Ryann asked, looking around in awe.

"Hundreds. In fact, you'll see quite a few on our way to vault number twelve," The goblin explained, "As we speak, we're just beneath the main lobby. The vaults you see now are the newest."

"Are private entrances to the bank common at Gringotts?" Professor Fig asked.

"They are most uncommon. Only one with great wealth or power, or both, could have arrange such a service.

"You'll want to take a breath."

"A what?" Professor Fig asked.

The cart then ran under a waterfall, though Ryann didn't feel as though they had just been soaked with water.

"That waterfall washes away all enchantments," Professor Fig managed to explain, "It's a security measure."

"Experienced the Thief's Downfall before, have you?" The goblin almost teased.

"Heard of it," Professor Fig clarified.

"These are the lower vaults that we're passing now."

"Just how deep are we going?" Ryann wondered aloud.

"Vault number twelve was commissioned shortly after Gringotts was founded over four centuries ago. It resides in the deepest part of the bank. So settle in, we've quite a distance to go."

The cart started to slow to a stop at a platform, where a goblin guard kept his hand held out in a stop gesture.

"Vault number?" The goblin guard asked.

"Vault twelve," The goblin banker answered, "Momentous day!"

The guard let out a small growl before gesturing for the cart to continue on, "On your way."

What caught Ryann's eye more about the guard was that the metal band on his right arm was glowing a soft red, like the collar on the dragon had been. She continued to watch the goblin as he got onto his own cart to leave the platform.

When she could no longer see the guard, she leaned over and spoke in a slightly lowered voice, "Professor."

"Hmm?" Professor Fig inquired.

"The armband that goblin was wearing was glowing."

"Like the glow you saw on the Portkey container?"

"Not quite. It's darker; like the glow I saw on the dragon's collar."

"What was that?" The goblin banker asked over the sounds of the cart riding along the tracks.

"We were just wondering about that goblin back there," Professor Fig quickly spoke up.

"He watches over the oldest section of the bank. Rare anyone goes there anymore," The goblin banker said almost wistfully.

Eventually, the cart came to a stop at another landing platform.

"Here we are," The goblin banker said as he engaged the break on the cart.

The three then disembarked, Professor Fig offering Ryann a hand to help her down.

"When was the last time this vault was accessed?" Professor Fig asked as they approached the door to the vault.

"A goblin has been stationed at my desk for hundreds of years. In that time, no one has visited vault twelve; until today."

Ryann and Professor Fig stood a little ways behind the goblin banker as he approached the door to the vault. He put in the key and Ryann watched in awe as all of the moving parts of the door moved to unlock the entryway to the vault.

The goblin banker then sidestepped the entryway, gesturing for Professor Fig and Ryann to enter, "Vault twelve."

"Thank you for your help," Professor Fig said with a slight nod of his head before stepping inside the vault.

Ryann followed behind, bowing her head slightly to the goblin banker as well before stepping inside the vault.

"What do you suppose we should be looking for?" Ryann asked, looking around the dusty vault.

"I'm not sure," Professor Fig admitted before turning slightly to look at the goblin who still stood in the entryway, "Sir, I wonder if you might-."

"The instructions for vault twelve indicate that I am to grant access to the holder of the key, and then close the door," The goblin waved his finger, prompting the vault's door to shut and re-engage the locks.

"Wait!" Professor Fig tried to stop the goblin.

"Best of luck," The goblin's voice managed to pass through the heavy door.

"Lovely," Ryann sighed heavily.

Chapter 5: Toe in the Water

"Well, any idea on what to do, Professor?" Ryann asked after letting out a heavy sigh.

"Let me think. There must be something here. Hmm," Professor Fig brought a hand to his chin to think for a moment before moving to draw his wand, "Revelio, perhaps."

"Revelio?"

"Yes. A revealing charm. Well, no time like the present," Professor Fig said before gesturing for Ryann to take out her wand as well, "Let's see what we're missing, shall we? Ready your wand and focus. You'll want to move your wand like so while reciting 'Revelio'."

Ryann watched Professor Fig move his wand with keen eyes before moving their wand through the gesture a few times. When she felt confident enough, Ryann looked back up into the vault before drawing a deep breath to steady herself.

"Revelio," Ryann recited.

If she had blinked, she would have missed it, but she saw a glimmer on the far wall in the vault.

"There!" Ryann pointed towards the back of the vault, "I saw something."

"Move a bit closer and try again," Professor Fig instructed.

Ryann gave a nod before taking a few steps closer to the back of the vault,

"Revelio."

This time, the carved stone of the back of the vault melted away into a proper door. In the center was the sigil that had been seen on the Portkey container, the head of the vault key, and even the enchanted entryway that lead them to Gringotts.

"A door?" Ryann asked the air, a bit confused.

"Well, that's a start," Professor Fig noted as he approached the door to inspect it, "There's that symbol again. I don't suppose you see a way to-?"

"I do, sir," Ryann confirmed as she stepped forward to stand beside Professor Fig, "That symbol has the same blueish glow that I saw on the Portkey container."

"If what you can see reveals the way forward, then I daresay we are about to discover the secret of this vault! Lead the way."

Ryann drew a soft, steadying breath as she put her wand back in her coat sleeve. With her right hand free, she tentatively reached out towards the glowing sigil. When her fingers grazed the cool metal, any remaining light in the vault faded, and yet the space seemed to feel far larger than it just had.

"Lumos!" Professor Fig called, creating a small ball of light at the end of his wand.

What he could manage to illuminate, showed a rather cavernous room with pillars in regular intervals to keep the ceiling held aloft.

"This is no ordinary vault," Professor Fig concluded, "I suspect we will need to earn our way out of here."

"What do you mean 'earn' our way out? Do you think this is some sort of test?" Ryann asked as she looked around, trying to see anything in the thick darkness.

"I do. But to what end I can't say," Professor Fig started to take a few steps forward, "Stay close. There will be no Disapparating if things go poorly; not out of Gringotts."

Ryann did as instructed, walking closely behind Professor Fig. Though she had to restrain herself from grabbing onto his coat or arm; The dark had always made her feel uneasy

The pair walked in a tense silence before Ryann started to see another, faint source of light.

"I see something ahead, Professor," Ryann spoke, breaking the suffocating silence.

"What is it?" Professor Fig asked, slowing his stride.

"That same blueish glow. But, it's on the floor this time," Ryann noted as she started to approach it.

Ryann drew her wand, holding the weight of it in her hand before stepping onto the pool of pale light. She wasn't sure how she knew what to do, but as Ryann felt some sort of magic move from the floor through her body, she moved her wand to try and direct the magic upward into the air.

As the surge of magic left her body, Ryann fell to her knees as the light Professor Fig had been keeping on the end of his wand blinked out in time with the glow that had been on the ground.

"Lumos!" Professor Fig called, breaking the silence of the dark as a new ball of light formed on the tip of his wand, "What happened?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Ryann managed to say through a few heavy breaths, "When I moved towards the glow, it suddenly seemed as if the ground was swirling about."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, sir. I'm fine."

Professor Fig paused, taking in the current state of their surroundings, "You seem to have cause the floor to change."

He then moved his wand closer to the floor, trying to see if it would glean any further information.

"That statue," Ryann started to say aloud.

The floor felt smooth, and Ryann could see what seemed to be a statue of a kneeling knight, but it was inverted; feet upward and the shoulders being one of the lowest points.

"What statue?" Professor Fig asked, raising his wand away from the floor to try and look around.

"I see some sort of statue," Ryann explained as she brought herself back up to stand on her feet, "But, perhaps it's only the reflection. It looks like it's below the floor, after all."

Ryann continued to look at the odd reflection, her eyebrows furrowing slightly before moving her wand again,

"Revelio."

The original of the statue then revealed itself, but, the reflection shifted to face towards Professor Fig.

"I presume this is what you saw reflected in the floor," Professor Fig concluded.

"Well, yes. But now the reflection is facing the wrong way," Ryann vocally noted, loosely crossing her arms and bringing her left hand up to her face as she thought.

Professor Fig moved to walk around the statue to inspect it. As he did, Ryann watched the reflection continue to roll, following Professor Fig.

"Interesting," Ryann muttered aloud.

"What?" Professor Fig asked.

"When you moved, the reflection followed," Ryann thought aloud, "It might be following the light on your wand."

"Hmm. Perhaps you should try casting Lumos, then," Professor Fig concluded.

He showed Ryann the needed gesture, which she mimed a few times before adding the incantation.

"Lumos," Ryann said in a steady and even voice.

"Well done," Professor Fig complemented.

The reflection of the statue then swung around to face Ryann, who bore the only source of light since Professor Fig had extinguished his.

"I wonder," Ryann murmured before carefully walking to stand in front of the statue itself, lining the reflection back up with it.

When the two halves matched, the statue started to rise. The stone knight then struck the tip of his blade onto the ground, creating a lit arena.

With several heavy thumps, more stone knights dropped down into the arena.

"Look out!" Professor Fig yelled.

Ryann froze for a moment, but rather than dive out of the way as they may have done before, a spell was already at the tip of her tongue.

"Protego!" Ryann called, creating a barrier which stopped the swing of the stone sword, causing the knight to stumble back slightly from the sudden stop.

Professor Fig started to easily recite various spells, dealing with many of the stone knights.

Ryann, however, found herself mostly defending at first. As she noted the small opening that creating the barrier provided, another spell jumped forward in her mind,

"Stupify!"

This cast seemed to stun the knight in front of her, giving her plenty of time to throw a few basic casts at it before it was destroyed.

Feeling the rush of managing to defeat the enemy, Ryann repeated the same process a few more times before the onslaught of stone knights seemed to finally end, though the Arena was still in place.

"Stay close!" Professor Fig urged.

Ryann tried to do that, moving to stand with her back partially to Professor Fig's watching for any other foes to appear.

However, a strong wind seemed to sweep through the room, dousing all of the lights, and at the same time, Ryann quickly felt the presence of Professor Fig vanish from beside her.

Chapter 6: Revel in the Light

"Lumos!" Ryann called into the darkness.

Though she could already tell from the lack of a presence near her, Ryann ventured to try anyway,

"Professor?"

No answer.

"Professor Fig!"

Still no answer.

"This isn't good," Ryann sighed, taking a few steps blindly forward.

As she stepped, she noticed small wisps of light, which seemed to almost be pointing her in a particular direction.

"Do you know where I need to go?" Ryann asked, lowering her wand towards the ground for a moment before pointing it towards where the wisps were going.

Ryann followed after the wisps, more being added with each step that she took.

"That glow again. Are these wisps leading me to that?" Ryann asked the air before moving to stand at the pool of soft light.

Once more, she felt the magic move through her body, her wand moving to pull the magic into the air from the floor. Unlike before, Ryann was steady on her feet as the room shifted around her. The floor beneath her feet was once more glassy, but instead of one reflected statue, there were three.

"Another phase?" Ryann asked aloud before sweeping her wand in front of her, "Revelio. Lumos."

Three statues revealed themselves against the glassy floor.

"Seems I haven't a choice," Ryann muttered as she shook her head, moving to stand where the three statues all faced, "I'm going to have to fight my way out of here on my own."

Each of the three statues stood, eventually stabbing their blades down against the glassy surface of the floor. As soon as one raised its sword to surge forward and strike, Ryann raised her wand to invoke the shield charm, casting Stupefy in the pause after the sword struck the barrier, which would then be followed up with the basic cast.

After all, those were the only combative charms she knew. Professor Fig had been more focused on building up her base of knowledge and teaching her more simple incantations since she was using a second-hand wand.

Much to her relief, there weren't nearly as many stone knights for Ryann to face compared to the prior set while she was with Professor Fig. And, despite never having fought using magic prior to that day, Ryann seemed to easily find herself falling into a rhythm which allowed her to not become overwhelmed by her stone foes.

As she destroyed the last moving statue, Ryann was able to catch her breath only for a moment before the lights of the makeshift arena went out once more.

"Lumos," Ryann breathed out, the charm quickly becoming comfortable on her lips.

She took a few steps forward, invoking the small wisps she saw before.

They were once again leading the way forward.

Eager to leave the suffocating darkness and silence, Ryann all but ran to follow after the wisps. This time, however, instead of leading to another small pool of light, they also lead to a statue of the sigil that had been on the Portkey container at the very start of the wild goose chase.

Reaching the pool of light at the base of the statue, Ryann pulled the magic from the pool into the air and watched in awe as the statue of the sigil seemed to melt onto the floor before reforming into an archway. And through said archway, Ryann could see another room despite there previously having been no hall behind the statue that once stood in the archway's place.

Taking a few tentative steps forward, Ryann reached out her left hand and found no wall blocking her from walking through the archway into the newly revealed room.

Inside the archway was a rather large room, intricately decorated. There was a center fixture of another glassy floor encircling a lone basin on a pedestal.

With cautious steps, Ryann approached the basin, above which a vial-like pendant was suspended over the basin. Approaching the basin, Ryann looked about but didn't seem to see anyone else in the room. She was, however, curious about the object floating in midair.

Her curiosity raised, Ryann stowed her wand into her coat sleeve before reaching forward to pluck the object from the air. As she looked over the object, she could hear a soft swish, like the rustle of satin. The front of the object seemed to be adorned with a locket.

Before she could study the piece any further, a set of doors into the room opened, quickly drawing Ryann's attention.

"There you are!" Professor Fig's voice broke through the pervading silence, the man entering the room, "How did you-? What is this place?"

"I don't know," Ryann answered, approaching the Professor, "But I found this floating above that-" Ryann turned to look back to the center of the room, "-basin."

Professor Fig took a moment to look at where Ryann was before taking a few steps closer.

"That is no mere basin. That is a Pensieve," Professor Fig looked to Ryann as he elaborated, "For viewing memories."

A brief silence settled once more into the room.

"I wonder," Professor Fig said before slightly reaching for the item in Ryann's hand.

Managing to catch the queue, Ryann held the bottle out for Professor Fig to take.

Grabbing said bottle, Professor Fig took a few steps closer to the Pensieve in the center of the room. He pulled at the top of the bottle, opening it before pouring the contents out.

A silver stream poured from the bottle in Professor Fig's hand into the basin of the Pensieve, barely creating a ripple on the surface. The contents of the Pensieve then started to stir of its own accord, a gentle white light emanating from within said basin.

She could've been mistaken, but it almost seemed as if the floor beneath the Pensieve started to swirl as well to mirror the contents of the Pensieve's basin.

"Follow my lead," Professor Fig said as he stowed the now empty bottle into a pocket before stepping up to the side of the Pensieve.

Ryann followed, watching the elder man as he braced his hands on the sides of the Pensieve before bending forward to dip his face into the liquid contained within. She swallowed hard for a moment before following suit, drawing in a bracing breath before bringing her face to the liquid and dipping below the surface.

Chapter 7: What was Laid Before

Percival Rackham and Charles Rookwood were stood in Vault 12, moving their wands about as they made final touches to the vault. Charles stowed his wand before turning to address Percival.

"All is in place," Charles informed Percival.

"The Portkey is well hidden?" Percival asked.

"Perhaps too well. I wonder if the path we've created-," Charles trailed off.

"May be impossible to follow?" Percival supplied, "It will only be impossible for one who cannot see traces of ancient magic; as I can."

"Your ability to see what others cannot will not be enough, Percival. We are entrusting the one who embarks on this path with powerful secrets; with knowledge others will do anything to obtain."

"Yes, and if we are correct, Charles, the witch or wizard who completes the trials will have proven themselves worthy of the knowledge and the responsibility that accompanies it."

Both men paused in a pensive silence, the Pensieve between them.

"We've done all that we can," Charles finally relented.

Percival gave a nod before bringing his wand to his temple. He extracted the just made memory, causing the room to quickly lose focus.

---

Ryann drew her face back from the Pensieve, drawing a deep breath as she did.

"That's what your seeing?" Professor Fig asked, "The glow that surrounded them?"

"Yes, sir," Ryann confirmed as she and Professor Fig both moved to stand beside the other behind the Pensieve once more.

"Astonishing."

"Can I see, magic? The magic itself?" Ryann asked, trying to make sense of the memory they had just seen.

"Traces of an ancient magic, to be precise," Professor Fig clarified, "The magic that Miriam always believed existed but could never-.

"Miriam, and perhaps George, died in pursuit of knowledge that has been dormant for centuries. And you, it seems, are the key to understanding why. We wou-."

"It all looks rather different than it did a moment ago," The Goblin Banker's muffled voice rang out.

"Someone's coming," Professor Fig warned in a low voice.

"Who were they?" A new voice asked in a deep, gruff tone.

"I don't know. But, sir, you shouldn't be in here."

The main doors to the vault opened to reveal four goblins. One was the banker, another the guard that had stopped them, but the other two were not familiar to Ryann.

"I was right," The Lead Goblin remarked, his tone the same deep and gruff one that spoke just before.

"Ranrok," Professor Fig all but sneered as he took a few steps towards the goblin.

Almost instinctually, Ryann moved to follow behind Professor Fig, keeping space in her stride to stay a few steps behind him.

"Seems my reputation precedes me," Ranrok remarked, "I was beginning to think no one was going to visit Rackham's vault."

"And why are you here?" Professor Fig asked as he drew his wand and pointed it at Ranrok.

Following his lead, Ryann drew her own, her feet spreading slightly to brace her stance.

"No need for that," Ranrok said in a level tone as he held up a single hand, "Just give me whatever it is you found here, and we can let bygones be bygones."

Hearing the name further was jogging Ryann's memory. Ranrok was the goblin on the cover of The Daily Prophet that Mister Osric had shown Professor Fig. And she'd seen his name on the headline of the papers Joey got as well from time to time over the summer.

The Goblin Banker was the next to speak, putting a hand on Ranrok's shoulder to pull his attention,

"Sir, they had the key to the vault."

"Choose your next words wisely," Ranrock warned in a dark, gravelly tone as he looked at the banker from the corner of his eye.

"I only meant that the instructions for vault twelve were quite clear," The Goblin Banker continued, his body language anxious before he opened his arms a touch to address Ranrok more directly, "Sir, I must insist. I was to grant access only to one with the key. And you didn't have-."

Ranrok moved his arm that was closer to the Banker, the same dark red glow Ryann had seen earlier on the collar of the dragon that attacked their carriage, and the armband of the guard, rose off of his arm as the Banker was knocked up into the air before being slammed down onto the ground.

As the glow diminished from the armor on Ranrok's arms, he simply said, "I have no patience for traitors.

"Now, where were we?"

"I'm not giving you anything," Professor Fig nearly spat.

"Hmm. Well, perhaps your young friend here will be more helpful," Ranrok speculated, turning his gaze from Professor Fig to Ryann.

"I have nothing for you," Ryann said firmly.

Professor Fig then flourished his wand, sending a spell at Ranrok.

Ranrok, however, simply raised the back of his hand to block the spell, his armor glowing the dark red once more, and seeming otherwise unmoved. He raised his other hand and let out a blast of force which knocked both Ryann and Professor Fig back across the room and past the Pensieve.

It took Ryann a moment to recover, but she quickly became aware of a violent bubbling occurring behind her; like a large pot of boiling syrup. As she got up off of the floor, Ryann saw a far larger, ornately carved stone knight standing where the Pensieve had once stood. 

The knight was swinging a large sword towards the goblins.

The knight bought Ryann a few moments to help Professor Fig onto his feet and pick up the wand she'd been lent. Bordering on frantic, Ryann started to look about the room to try and find a way out other than behind Ranrok. To her right, she saw a gentle blue glow around one of the archways on the wall.

Based on what had been occurring throughout the day, Ryann took a few hurried steps towards the arch. As her hand got close, she felt a slight hum of magic like when she'd brought her hand to the enchanted stone that brought them to the private entrance to Gringotts.

"Professor, I know a way out!" Ryann called, looking back towards Professor Fig to see him nearly avoiding being struck by the Knight's sword as he stepped away from the wall he must've been knocked into. 

The swing, however, did come into contact with the pillar he had landed against, dislodging it and causing it to start to crumble and fall.

"Professor!" Ryann called, both as a warning and a beacon.

Professor Fig ran over to Ryann and she held out her hand to grab hold of him before both were pressing against the wall the archway was seated on.

While she still wasn't quite aware of how she could influence the ancient magic she could see, Ryann did her best to will the pathway to open quickly, as well as allow both herself and Professor Fig passage.

One moment, the rumble of falling stone was all Ryann could hear. The next, the soft ambience of dusk.

"Oh," Professor Fig stammered out before adding an astonished chuckle.

Ryann wanted to say something, anything, but it was as if her heart was still lodged in her throat.

"Are you alright?" Professor Fig asked once he'd seemed to gather his bearings.

"Enough," Ryann managed, "It feels like my heart is in my throat."

"I can imagine," Professor Fig remarked as he took in more of their surroundings, "I've never seen so powerful a goblin. He seemed wholly unaffected by my magic."

As Professor Fig stowed his wand, Ryann finally felt sure enough to begin looking around herself.

"Where do you think we were taken this time?" Ryann asked, not truly expecting an answer.

Professor Fig, however, let out a hollow chuckle, "It can't be."

"What can't be, sir?"

Professor Fig took a few steps closer to a sign post that wasn't too far ahead of the pair, "It seems those who set up the Pensieve, the locket, and the path to both, wanted someone with your ability to end up here."

"And just, where is 'here', sir?" Ryann asked, approaching the same lit signpost.

"Not far from Hogwarts," Professor Fig answered before turning to Ryann with a soft smile, "Now, we've got a Sorting Ceremony to get to."

Chapter 8: House and Home

After a fair bit of hiking, Ryann and Professor Fig managed to get to Hogwarts Castle, and to the entrance to the Great Hall. Professor Fig leaned against the door.

"Oh good," Professor Fig remarked, "We haven't missed the Sorting Ceremony."

Professor Fig stepped away from the doors, approaching Ryann for a moment before drawing his wand.

"Now, I'm no expert, but," He softly waved his wand, tranfiguring Ryann's robes into those that mirrored a First-Year student's, "that seems more appropriate.

"Now, I need to study this locket as soon as I can, but first I must contact the Ministry," Professor Fig started to inform Ryann as he gently ushered her closer to the doors to the Great Hall, "They need to know what happened to George, and be warned of Ranrok. For the moment, I ask that you keep all that's happened this evening between you and me."

"But, what about my brother, sir?" Ryann asked, "He's sure to ask what took us so long."

Professor Fig thought for a moment, "Sparingly. Information can be both a blessing and a burden. But, no one else."

"Right, of course," Ryann said, with a soft nod of her head.

"Thank you. Now," Professor Fig said before wringing his hands slightly, "Ready for the Sorting Ceremony?"

Ryann gave another soft nod before Professor Fig cracked open the door to the Great Hall. When he stepped back away from the door, his tone was serious.

"Phineas Nigellus Black," Professor Fig ushered Ryann back a few steps from the door, "Prepare yourself to meet the Headmaster."

Said man, Professor Black, then stepped through the opening in the doors before approaching Ryann and Professor Fig.

"Fig. Nice of you to join us," Professor Black said both sternly and sarcastically, "The Sorting Ceremony's over."

"There were," Professor Fig paused, "Complications."

"'Complications?'"

"It seems the goblin problem has-."

Professor Black let out an irritated sigh, "Enough. Goblins. I have no time for rumours, Fig. And I'm rapidly losing what little patience I had left," Professor Black then looked to Ryann, "If you're lucky, we might still be able to get you sorted this evening."

Professor Black then simply turned to re-enter the Great Hall.

It took Ryann a moment, but she then moved to follow after. Just before she crossed the threshold, Professor Fig spoke up one last time.

"I'll be in touch," He said simply.

Ryann gave one last nod before crossing into the Great Hall.

Ryann could feel her cheeks quickly heating up as she felt all eyes on her while walking across the Great Hall. While the day had held quiet the thrilling adventure with Professor Fig, Ryann was not seeking to be scolded by the Headmaster.

While with friends she could get loud from time to time, she far from enjoyed being the center of attention.

"Professor Weasley! We've one more to be sorted," Professor Black called as they reached the other side of the Great Hall.

"Welcome. You're just in time," Professor Weasley greeted warmly before gesturing to a lone stool that was set up in front of everyone, "Have a seat."

Ryann swallowed hard before taking a seat on the lone stool facing the rest of the students. She felt the sorting hat being placed on her head, and almost jumped when the hat started to speak to her.

"Ah, yes. A bit older than the others, aren't you?" The Sorting Hat asked, "You come here with preferences and preconceptions; expectations."

"I'm looking forward to learning about magic, but I'm also excited to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle and grounds," Ryann answered in a soft voice.

"Indeed. Much can be gleaned by having an adventurous spirit. But your professors have a great deal to teach you as well," The Sorting Hat chided, "Hmm. You do not give up easily, do you? You are undaunted by challenges that lie ahead. And your loyalty to a friend delayed your arrival here this evening.

"Better be, Hufflepuff!"

Ryann got down from the stool before Professor Weasley transfigured her plain black and grey uniform into one that sported a warm yellow to represent the house she'd been sorted in to.

"Now, due to the accident at the end of last year's season, there will be no Quidditch this year," Professor Black announced.

There were many sounds of discontent that erupted around the Great Hall.

"Now, it's not as if I've banned flying all together!" Professor Black defended, "But, don't tempt me. You're all here to focus on your academic futures first and foremost. And I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to do that before classes begin tomorrow."

No students stirred.

"I said, I'm sure you'll have plenty to do before classes tomorrow," Professor Black repeated as he gestured for the students to leave for their common rooms.

"Quite an entrance," Professor Weasley started, turning to face Ryann, "It's lovely to meet you. I'm-."

"Professor Weasley!" Professor Black called, "Would you be so kind as to show our new student to her common room?"

"I shall see to it, sir," Professor Weasley assured.

Professor Black gave a nod before taking his leave from the Great Hall.

"As I was saying, I'm Professor Weasley. Please to meet you," Professor Weasley introduced with a soft smile.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Professor," Ryann returned with a slight bow of her head and polite smile, "I'm-."

"Ryann," Joey called, his tone a bit exacerbated as he approached to give his sister a hug, "I was starting to worry."

"Sorry to have worried you," Ryann apologized, hugging her brother back.

"Since you didn't get to eat yet, here," Joey said, offering the folded napkin.

"Thank you, Joey."

"That's very kind of you, Mister Moore. Now, I will show your sister to her common room. I suggest you make your way to your own as well," Professor Weasley said with a warm smile.

"Yes, Professor," Joey said with a slight bow of his head before reaching to ruffle his sister's hair, despite it being up in a bun, "See you in the morning at breakfast."

Ryann couldn't help the small laugh that passed her lips at the gesture, trying to duck out of his reach all the same, "Goodnight, Joey."

With that, Joey walked away, shaking his head with a soft snicker as he left for the Ravenclaw Common Room.

"Now, as Deputy Headmistress, it is my distinct honor to show you to your common room," Professor Weasley said warmly before gesturing towards the main door to the Great Hall, "Right this way."

The two didn't need to go far, having walked passed the staircase that was directly to the left of the second set of doors, then descending down the spiral staircase that was tucked away just past them. They passed a few paintings before approaching many kegs and barrels of various sizes. As they approached the largest few, Professor Weasley came to a stop in front of the one at the end of the hall.

"It's quite uncommon for a student to begin as a fifth year," Professor Weasley started, "Might be a bit of work, but I'm sure that's never stopped you before."

"No, Professor. My father taught my brother and I that perseverance is one of the keys to success," Ryann said with a soft smile.

"Now, here we are at the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room," Professor Weasley said as she gestured to the large keg.

"This is the entrance?"

"Indeed. Each Common Room has a unique entrance and way to access it. Your brother's Common Room, for example, has a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle which gives students riddles. Solving the riddle is how one would gain entry. For you, however," Professor Weasley gestured to the stack of barrels beside the keg, "You must tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row in the rhythm of 'Hel-ga Huff-le-puff.' I'd demonstrate it myself but, I hesitate as one errant knock results in one being doused in vinegar; most unpleasant."

Ryann gave a nervous swallow, but turned to face the barrels properly.

"Two from the bottom, middle of the second row," Ryann muttered to herself before stepping forward to knock on the barrel she believed to be correct, tapping out the rhythm.

She then held her breath, bracing for a possible dousing of vinegar.

Instead, the sounds of wooden slats shifting could be heard beside her, revealing a pathway through the large keg into another room.

"Well done," Professor Weasley complimented, "Now, go on in and get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. The girls' dorms are on the upper level, and you will be in the room with the number five doorplate with the other fifth-years. I shall be back in the morning to collect you for your first class."

"Thank you, Professor Weasley."

"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy your first night at Hogwarts. Sleep well."

Ryann gave a soft nod before stepping into the path she had revealed in the keg facade.

Chapter 9: Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Ryann let out a soft sigh as she smoothed out the front of her uniform, giving Echo, her golden barn owl, a few scratches on the cheek before leaving to go out to the Hufflepuff Common room. She understood it was the uniform, but Ryann wondered if she would be able to wear the boys' uniform instead. She always felt a little out of place in skirts.

Before going down to the main level, Ryann looked over the railing into the common room, seeing several students milling about, catching up with old friends or already making new ones.

Drawing a deep breath, Ryann stepped away from the railing before heading towards the stairs.

"Was that the new fifth year?" Ryann heard as they walked.

"Starting Hogwarts in my fifth year? I can't imagine," Another voice commented.

When she reached the base of the stairs, Ryann took a chance to look around the Common Room, seeing a few students still milling about. What drew her attention first, was a student who seemed around her own age trying to help a few first years get a cat down from a shelf.

"Don't be frightened little cat. Arthur's got you, it's alright," The older student assured the animal, stretching to try and reach the shelf, "I can't quite reach."

The cat then leapt from the shelve, dashing back into the heart of the common room.

"He went that way!" One of the younger two students called before the pair of them dashed off after the cat.

"Well, hope they can catch him," The older student said as he turned towards Ryann, "Big castle for a student to get lost in, let alone a cat! But, I'm sure you'll find your way alright. I mean, it can be a bit overwhelming at first. I still get lost, sometimes.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff, by the way. Really glad to have you in our house. I'm Arthur."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Ryann," Ryann greeted with a small chuckle, "Was that your cat?"

"No, one of the first-years', I think. Don't have any pets of my own, unfortunately. My mother doesn't think too highly of them; Especially magical ones."

"That's a shame. I haven't really gotten to meet any yet, but from what my brother's told me, magical beasts seem truly incredible."

"Best thing about coming to Hogwarts. Nifflers, Glumbumbles, Bowtruckles, I thought they were only pictures in books before. Well, Dad did bring home a Puffskein once. Mum was furious."

"So then I take it you've never had a pet, Arthur?" Ryann asked with another soft chuckle.

"No. My mother's a Muggle and as soon as the Puffskein that my dad brought home stuck its tongue up her nose, it went right back to the shop. Anyway, I'd better go and make sure the first-years caught that cat. Don't want them to be late on their first day."

"It was nice meeting you, Arthur. Good luck finding that cat."

"Thank you. Try not to get lost in the castle yourself," Arthur thanked before going towards where the cat and first-years had run off.

From where Ryann was still stood, she could hear one of the girls she shared a room with near the fireplace, muttering over a letter she was reading. Wanting to make sure everything was okay, Ryann approached her.

"Oh, Uncle, this doesn't sound like you. Something's wrong," Adelaide muttered before noticing Ryann approaching her, "Oh, hello there. You're the new fifth-year, yes? I'm Adelaide. Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself last night."

"Yes, I'm Ryann. But, I was wanting to make sure everything is alright. You seemed a bit distressed over that letter you were reading," Ryann asked, gesturing to the letter Adelaide had just stowed in her pocket.

"Oh, yes. I'm just a bit distracted. Letter from my Uncle. So, tell me. I've been hearing all sorts of rumors. Were you really nearly gobbled up by a dragon yesterday?" Adelaide asked, changing the subject.

"Wow, rumors travel fast it seems," Ryann remarked before confirming, "Yes, that's true. Truly not the typical start to a new school."

"That's dreadful. Well, I'm glad you made it here alive. And, I promise that we didn't mean to make you seem singled out last night. We were all just tired and ready for bed by the time you came in," Adelaide tried to assure Ryann.

"That's alright," Ryann assured Adelaide in return, "But, are you sure that everything is alright with your Uncle?"

"Oh, yes. He travels for work, so he's always busy. I'm sure he just wrote it in a rush. Nothing to worry about.

"Well, anyways, I imagine you have lots to do. I hope you have a wonderful first day."

"Thank you, Adelaide. Be seeing you," Ryann thanked with a soft smile.

"Of course. And good luck."

As Adelaide moved to leave the common room, Ryann looked around to see another of her roommates feeding an owl that was perched in the common room.

"Hello," Ryann greeted softly.

"Oh, hello," Lenora greeted, turning slightly from the owl she had been feeding to look at Ryann, "She's awfully regal, isn't she?"

"Is she your owl?"

"I don't know whose she is; likely one of the Hufflepuffs around here. Owls choose their own company anyway. Wait," Lenora paused before properly taking in Ryann, "You're the new fifth-year! Quite the dramatic entrance you made. Can't imagine wanting to call attention to yourself. Especially since everyone will be watching to see how much you already know."

"Truthfully, it hadn't been my intention to draw so much attention last night," Ryann admitted, feeling her cheeks heat at the memory, "And I am a little concerned about getting caught up. Even with my brother having helped me, as well as Professor Fig, it is still a great deal of information to learn."

"Indeed. Four years of schoolwork is a bit. Being that far behind, I'd feel so inadequate. Of course, presumably as a hard-working Hufflepuff, you'll prove yourself in no time! I'm hard-working, too, as you might suspect. But, sometimes I think I should've been in Ravenclaw. I'm Lenora, by the way; Lenora Everleigh."

"Why do you think you should've been in Ravenclaw?" Ryann asked, knowing a little about the values of the house, given that her brother was a Ravenclaw.

"I've a rather searing wit. At least, people have always told me so. And, my brothers were in Ravenclaw. They both work in the Ministry now. I suppose you could say that wit runs in the family."

"My brother is in Ravenclaw as well," Ryann added, "Though, we seem quite alike."

"My aunt was a Gryffindor though, and I've always had plenty in common with her; determination, valour, daring. The old Sorting Hat was spoiled for choice with me."

"Seems so," Ryann noted with a soft laugh.

"Well, mustn't keep you. You've such a lot to do today, I'm sure."

"It was nice meeting you, Lenora."

"Of course. Adieu."

It was only a few moments after Lenora had bid farewell to Ryann, another voice rang through the common room.

"Is the new Hufflepuff out of bed yet?" The feminine voice asked, "Professor Weasley's waiting for them outside the common room."

"Oh, right," Ryann said to herself before making her way over to the entrance, stepping through the keg facade to find that indeed, Professor Weasley was waiting for her to come out.

"Good morning," Professor Weasley greeted, "I trust you're ready for your first day at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," Ryann assured as she stepped out of the way for any students who might come through the common room entrance, "I've been dreaming of the day for years. Can't believe I'm finally here."

"Indeed you are. Make the most of it. You only have one first day at Hogwarts."

Chapter 10: A Guide to Live by

"Now, in light of your unique situation, joining us as a fifth-year, you'll need to catch up with your classmates and not fall behind," Professor Weasley began, "Especially as you'll be expected to complete your O.W.L.s at the end of the year with your peers."

"O.W.L.s? Owls?" Ryann asked, quirking her brow slightly in confusion.

"Yes. Your Ordinary Wizarding Level exams," Professor Weasley explained, "They will determine what type of career you can have when you leave here.

"After much discussion with the Headmaster and the Department of Magical Education at the Ministry, we've devised something extraordinary to ensure your success."

Professor Weasley then pulled a sizable tome from a small pocket made from magic before presenting the tome to Ryann, "Here you are."

Ryann examined the book, noting that the Hogwarts Crest had been embossed on the cover, "What is it?"

"It is a Wizard's Field Guide. It will help you to keep track of what you're learning so that you master all that's expected of a fifth-year. You would be wise to take full advantage of this exceptionally valuable resource."

"Thank you, Professor. But, I'm not quite sure I understand on how this will 'keep track' of what I'm learning," Ryann wondered.

"Perhaps seeing it in action will answer any questions you may have," Professor Weasley proposed, "Walk with me and we shall put it to the test. This way."

Professor Weasley then started to make her way towards the staircase which lead back up from the lower level that the Hufflepuff Common Room was housed within, Ryann following behind her.

"The guide will give you opportunities to practice your magic and educate yourself about Wizarding law," Professor Weasley continued, "I certainly would have appreciated something like the Field Guide when I was a student. Using the guide will also train you to be alert to your surroundings."

Halfway up the staircase, Professor Weasley came to a stop in front of a display cabinet that was along the stairs. In the cabinet, a tome with well worn edges was perched, open to a page near the center.

"Cast Revelio on the tome on the stand there, and we'll see what your Field Guide has to say," Professor Weasley instructed.

Ryann gave a nod, drawing her wand before holding the point above the worn tome, "Revelio."

The Field Guide, which was still in Ryann's other hand, started to flutter open, landing on a page that corresponded to the tome ahead of Ryann.

"It says that this is a House-Elf Recipe Book," Ryann muttered, skimming over the additional information that was noted in the Field Guide.

"Clever, isn't it?" Professor Weasley noted as she gestured for Ryann to resume following her up the stairs, "Keep your eyes open for more opportunities like that, inside the castle and out."

Feeling a small pang of hunger, Ryann grabbed an apple from the bowl on the display cabinet before bounding up the stairs behind Professor Weasley.

"Ah. Good timing," Professor Weasley remarked as they reached the top of the staircase, "Perfect opportunity to show you how to use Floo Flames to get around a bit quicker."

Professor Weasley approached what looked like a bronze relief casting of a portrait, in front of which was a small green flame.

"Your Field Guide contains a map of the castle," Professor Weasley instructed, "It has several locations in the castle marked which are designated locations where Floo Flames are kept. Underneath the flame will be a bowl with Floo Powder. Simply take a small portion of the powder, say where you want to go, and toss the powder into the flame. The powder will work its magic to then take you through the Floo Flame network to the destination you indicated," Professor Weasley took a small portion of the Floo Powder from the lower bowl, "I will demonstrate, and then you can follow after. We are going to Central Hall," Professor Weasley cleared her throat before stating clearly, "Central Hall."

Professor Weasley then tossed the Floo Powder into the green flame, prompting it to quickly grow and cover her body, just as quickly returning to the small flame in the bronze bowl. Professor Weasley no longer stood before Ryann, presumably having been taken to Central Hall.

Ryann cleared her own throat as she stowed her wand, the Field Guide, and the apple she had grabbed.

Swallowing nervously, Ryann grabbed a pinch of the Floo Powder before speaking, "Central Hall."

She then tossed the powder into the green flame as Professor Weasley had. The sensation was brief, but Ryann did feel the warmth of the flames kiss her skin before she was letting out a soft cough, the walls around her having changed.

"You're alright," Professor Weasley assured, placing a gentle hand on Ryann's shoulder, "It takes a little getting used to, but it is a truly helpful way to get around the castle. Now, these stairs lead directly to Central Hall," Professor Weasley gave a soft push on Ryann's shoulder, urging her forward before walking forward herself, "You can get almost anywhere in the Castle quickly from Central Hall. Always something happening here. It's the heart of the hive. Our 'King's Cross station,' so to speak."

Ryann looked around in awe at the size of the space, including the ceiling that seemed several stories higher than where a fountain in the center sat.

"That should be all for now," Professor Weasley noted as she stood in front of said fountain, "Today, you have Defense Against the Dark Arts and then Charms to attend. And I'd like to be sure you get to Hogsmeade as soon as possible to replace the supplies you lost on the way here."

Joey and Professor Fig had both explained a bit about the classes that were offered at Hogwarts, but Ryann had only heard the name "Hogsmeade" a handful of time.

"I've heard it mentioned a few times before but, what exactly is 'Hogsmeade,' Professor?" Ryann asked.

"Hogsmeade is the only all-wizarding village in Britain and is home to an array of pubs and shops," Professor Weasley explained, "Your brother, along with your classmates, were able to start making visits to the village with permission from a parent or guardian once they started their third-year here. You should be able to find all of the school supplies you require in Hogsmeade. You will also, I imagine, enjoy many a Butterbeer with friends there in due course."

"Thank you, Professor Weasley. This has all been quite helpful," Ryann said with a small smile.

"A lot to absorb on your first day. And you have much to learn. Happily, your professors have agreed to create additional assignments for you to complete outside of class. You'll be up to speed in no time. And, judging by your adept use of Revelio earlier, I'd say Professor Fig succeeded in at least showing you the basics."

"He did, Professor," Ryann confirmed.

"He's been terribly vague as to the events preceding your arrival. Specifically about what happened after that awful dragon attack. My suspicion is that there's more to the story than a search for belongings and an extended trip up to the castle," Professor Weasley seemed to venture.

While Ryann didn't like the idea of lying to one of her professors, she had promised Professor Fig to keep the information between them, and sparingly with only her brother.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I'm afraid that's all there is to it," Ryann lied.

"Hmm. Almost precisely what Professor Fig said," Professor Weasley remarked before looking to Ryann's left, "Speak of the devil."

Ryann turned to see Professor Fig approaching the two.

"Professor Fig. Your ears must have been burning."

"Oh?" Professor Fig asked simply.

"Yes. You seem to have provided our new fifth-year with a solid foundation in the basics of spell-casting."

"Ah. I'm afraid I can't take all the credit there, Professor. While her brother did also lend a hand, as well as his textbooks from the past few years, it seems that Ryann has a rare aptitude for magic," Professor Fig explained.

"Hmm. Well, I'm just glad you both arrived in one piece. Perfectly good boats and carriages to Hogwarts and you choose to fly in the path of a dragon."

"I wouldn't say I chose the dragon's path, Professor. Rather, unfortunately, it would seem that it chose us," Professor Fig tried to clarify.

"Very well. Enough chit-chat. I need to get to class myself. Might I rely on you, Professor Fig, to explain the details of the Field Guide's map?" Professor Weasley asked.

"Of course."

"Thank you," Professor Weasley said before looking back to Ryann, "Good luck today. And remember to use your Field Guide. It will be invaluable to you. And invaluable to me as I'll be using it to keep up to date on your progress."

"Yes, Professor," Ryann said with a small bow of her head.

"Come and find me in my classroom after you've attended both of your classes for today and I'll explain more about those assignments I mentioned. And we'll see if we can't get you to Hogsmeade for those supplies."

"Thank you again, Professor Weasley."

With that, Professor Weasley departed from Central Hall to go to her classroom, leaving Ryann and Professor Fig relatively to themselves.

Chapter 11: Golden Threads

"It's good to see you, Professor," Ryann greeted with a warm smile as she turned to face Professor Fig.

"And you," Professor Fig returned, "I was hoping our paths would cross today before you immersed yourself in studies. Now, did I hear you masterfully evade Professor Weasley's interrogation regarding our late arrival?"

"I did try to evade her questions, though I didn't feel good about doing so. That said, I'm fairly certain she suspects that we're not being entirely forthcoming."

"Yes, well, Professor Weasley is a brilliant, and astute, witch. It was right to keep the details to yourself for now."

"This is true, I suppose. Professor Black dismissed us from dinner so quickly, I didn't get much of a chance to speak with my brother."

"I'm sure you will at some point today. But, be careful what you reveal to him. We don't know where this path we've embarked upon will lead. It may require a bit more, flexibility, with your time than Professor Weasley would approve of. And she may feel obliged to share details with the headmaster that would be better left between us. And just as well they put any others who may know about this endeavor in danger for simply knowing. Like George and Miriam."

"I understand, Professor."

"Good. Now. As capable as you are, I believe the ability you possess obliges you to be well-trained," Professor Fig continued, "Happily, you have the benefit of an exceptionally skilled team of witches and wizards to guide you. And, speaking of 'guides', so that I may avoid another not-so-subtle reproof from Professor Weasley, why don't I show you the clever enchantment we included in the Field Guide's map? The map is enchanted to help you find your way."

"I'm relieved to hear that. Joey said it took months to learn his way around the castle. And even then, he still gets turned around from time to time," Ryann chuckled.

"Indeed. Hogwarts holds many secrets, that much is for certain. Now, unfold your guide to the map located inside."

Ryann did as instructed, producing the guide before opening to the double page spread of the map of Hogwarts.

"Now, you simply need bring the point of your wand to the map, and orate your destination. Within Hogwarts, the guide will be able to lead you down the path you need to take," Professor Fig explained, "Outside of the castle, the map will be able to update itself to where you are in say, the Highlands between the Castle and Hogsmeade to show you where you are."

"That sounds incredibly helpful," Ryann mused, studying the map which seemed to grow from the page like a pop-up.

"Now, sounds like you've quite a day ahead what with classes and a trip to Hogsmeade for supplies, including getting your own wand. You'll enjoy Mr. Ollivander. He's an exceptional craftsman and a good friend," Professor Fig continued, "I shall reach out when I have more information about our mysterious locket. For now, focus on your classes and pay attention. More than your O.W.L.s may hinge on the magic you are able to master within these walls."

Ryann gave a soft nod, watching Professor Fig leave over the top of her field guide, bringing the tip of her second-hand wand to the map before saying softly,

"Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom."

The Field Guide seemed to pulse for a moment before a golden thread started to spin outward from the book, leading Ryann's path. She closed and stowed the tome, keeping her wand drawn as she followed along the thread, her wand seeming to become the conduit for the compass. As she went about following the golden thread through the castle, Ryann was making sure to take note of anything seemingly interesting or important that could help her find her way once more later on.

As she approached the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom, Ryann heard a ruckus inside. As she entered, she first noticed the large skeleton hanging from the ceiling, but quickly heard the sounds of two students dueling in the middle of the classroom.

"Stupefy!" One student yelled.

"Stupefy!" The other student called back.

It almost didn't surprise Ryann to see that it was two male students who were dueling. A Gryffindor and Slytherin at that; Joey had told them about the notorious rivalry between those houses.

Both students could be heard making sounds of effort before the Slytherin boy asked,

"It that all you've got?" He paused, "Bombarda!"

The Gryffindor boy deflected the spell, but it rebounded upward to the head to the large skeleton that was hanging from the ceiling, knocking it loose.

The skull had nearly landed on top of the Gryffindor boy with an older female voice called out,

"Levioso!"

The Skull stopped mid-air.

"Professor Hecat!" A female student called, sounding almost relieved.

"Perhaps you'd be good enough to blast each other to pieces on your own time," Professor Hecat started to lecture as she started to raise the fallen skull back to its place hanging from the ceiling, "I get new students every year, but I only have one Hebridean Black skull. It was a token from the Great Poacher Raid of 1878. No doubt you've heard of it. Now you may be asking yourself how an old woman like me single-handedly took out the largest poacher ring in eastern Wales and lived to boast about it," Professor Hecat had come down from the slight balcony that lead to her office as she spoke, flicking her wand gently to reset the dragon skull, "Knowledge. To the wise, age matters very little.

"Today we will review a spell that has saved me from death at the hands of Dark wizards more times than I care to remember: Levioso."

"Levioso?" The Gryffindor boy asked with a near snear, "A levitation charm?"

"Levioso," Professor Hecat said simply, her want pointing towards the student, promptly causing the boy to levitate into the air.

"A surprised opponent is a weak opponent. Care to defend yourself, Master Prewett? No?" Professor Hecat asked, a smirk in her tone as she finished.

Ryann tried her best to suppress a laugh at seeing the student look so helpless from a spell he'd just baulked at.

The student simply shook his head, which prompted Professor Hecat to release the spell.

"One thing I've learned as an Unspeakable is the value of simplicity, especially in the heat of battle. Now, let's practice what we've just learned; starting with something small."

Professor Hecat waved her wand and several feathers came out from a cabinet, one landing in front of each seat at the desks. Professor Hecat then approached Ryann while gesturing to what Ryann assumed was an unclaimed desk nearer to the front of the classroom.

"You must be Miss Moore," Professor Hecat said softly, "Your brother is quite a capable student. Let's see how you fare, shall we? Now, to cast Levioso, you will need to gesture your wand like so."

Professor Hecat then slowly moved her wand through the motions for the spell, allowing Ryann to mirror her a few times.

"When you feel ready, cast the charm on the feather," Professor Hecat said, stepping to the side.

Ryann gave a soft nod, silently moving her wand through the motion a few more times before pointing her wand directly at the feather.

"Levioso," Ryann said in an even voice.

It took a moment, but the feather in front of her was slowly but surely being coaxed into the air.

"Very good," Professor Hecat praised, "Now, how about we try something a little larger?"

With a flick of her wand, a wooden dummy was rolled into the open space at the front of the classroom. She then turned to face the class, moving her wand to shift the desks against the walls of the classroom, opening up space on the floor. Professor Hecat then gestured to Ryann for her to step into the center of the classroom and to face the wooden dummy.

"Remember, a surprised opponent is a weak opponent, as Master Prewett so artfully helped me demonstrate earlier," Professor Hecat reminded.

Ryann drew a deep breath, sureing her hold on her wand before confidently saying, "Levioso."

Unlike the feather, the wooden dummy promptly rose from the floor, hanging in mid-air by Ryann's command.

"Good. Now, the basic cast," Professor Hecat instructed.

Ryann swung her wand in a tight, horizontal arc, sending a small red blast at the dummy, knocking it back and down.

"Very good," Professor Hecat praised, "But, I've found that the best way to practice, is by dueling. Mister Sallow. Why don't we have you go against our new student, hmm?"

Chapter 12: A Dose of Humility

Sebastian Sallow? Ryann thought to herself as she looked at the Slytherin student who had been dueling with the Gryffindor student when she'd entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom, That's one of Joey's friends. He said he dueled rather well, but had a knack for getting into trouble with the Professors.

"Duellists, take your marks," Professor Hecat said simply.

"Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome," Sebastian said as he crossed in front of Ryann to stand near the head of the classroom.

Ryann swallowed hard, moving to stand nearer the back of the classroom when the floor started to rise underfoot, creating a long banquet table which she and Sebastian were both standing on.

"Now, I want a fair duel using only Levioso, basic cast, and Protego," Professor Hecat instructed.

Once both Ryann and Sebastian were facing each other, Professor Hecat spoke up once more,

"You may begin."

"This should be easy," Sebastian said confidently, squaring his stance, "Levioso!"

Ryann had a hunch that he would try and strike first, given what all she'd heard about Sebastian from her brother. So, the shielding charm had been right on the tip of her tongue.

"Protego!" Ryann said confidently.

"Protego? That complicates things," Sebastian said with a slight snicker.

"Did you think I'd be completely hopeless? Professor Fig did teach me a thing or two over the summer," Ryann couldn't help but banter back, "Levioso!"

Sebastian's initial arrogance had caused him to leave an opening which Ryann had seized, levitating him a few feet from the ground. She then followed it up with a basic cast, knocking him back a bit from the center of the table.

"Lucky shot," Sebastian muttered as he stood back up.

"Nothing lucky about it," Ryann said with a soft smirk, "Levioso!"

"If only all of my students were this adept," Professor Hecat mused as the duel continued.

Ryann knocked Sebastian back with the basic cast once more, but that time he managed to land on his feet.

"Levioso!" Sebastian called, his wand aimed at the Hufflepuff.

"Proteg-!" Ryann was unable to get the charm fully incanted before she felt herself floating off the ground.

"How's the view?" Sebastian asked sarcastically.

Knowing what was coming next, she braced her arms in front of her face in an "X" before she felt the sharp sting of the basic cast hitting her forearms and knocking her back.

Similar to how Sebastian had previously managed to land on his feet, Ryann slid back a bit on the table, but was catching both her hands and feet on the surface, allowing her to hop up quickly.

Before she'd even fully stood back up, she called, "Levioso!"

Sebastian tried to manage to land a basic cast on Ryann while he was in mid-air, but his aim was knocked askew by Ryann raising him a bit higher at the last second. She then sent one last basic cast his way, which knocked him back and off of the dueling table.

Seems fighting those stone knights had helped me more than I'd thought, Ryann thought to herself as she stood upright.

"Well done, both of you," Professor Hecat praised as the table lowered back down to be level with the floor.

Sebastian had taken a moment to seemingly process what had just happened to him, but a sideways smile came to his lips as he let out a scoff-like chuckle. He got back onto his feet before approaching Ryann.

"Not bad for a beginner," Sebastian praised, "You give as good as you get."

He then continued on his way, going to stand by another male Slytherin student towards the back of the classroom.

"Very well done, Miss Moore," Professor Hecat congratulated, "I put you on the spot, and you rose to the challenge. Points to Hufflepuff."

"Thank you, Professor Hecat. I'm glad to have had the opportunity to practice," Ryann returned with a small, warm smile.

"If what I've seen today is any indication, we can expect great things from you. You may even give your brother a run for his money with your adept use of charms," Professor Hecat said with a wink.

This drew a small laugh from Ryann.

"I demand excellence from my students," Professor Hecat continued, "They are capable of achieving it, and they must achieve it. However, a classroom duel is one thing, but battling Dark Wizards, or, as ever more likely, goblins, is a different kettle of Grindylows entirely. So, don't go recklessly running into danger."

"Understood, Professor," Ryann affirmed.

"So, I'd advise you keep practising whenever you can. Perhaps Mister Sallow will have some ideas for you. And, again, well done today. I shall reach out soon with additional assignments for you."

Professor Hecat then turned outward slightly to address the rest of the class,

"I think that's enough for one day. Class is dismissed."

Almost as soon as she'd said that, Adelaide was running up to Ryann, her expression nearly giddy.

"You duelled Sebastian! And won! He's strong competition. Very well done," Adelaide praised.

"Well, I suppose it helped that my brother unintentionally gave me a bit of a head's up about him," Ryann softly laughed.

"Your brother?"

"Joey Moore," Ryann said before correcting herself slightly, "Or, perhaps just Joseph Moore."

Adelaide thought for a moment before it dawned on her, "Oh! He's in Ravenclaw, right? He was my potions tutor for a little while. He seems nice, and he would definitely know about Sebastian, then."

"Yes, I've been told many a story about him over the summer holidays."

"Oh, well, I don't want to keep you. I have to get my textbook from our room before Charms starts," Adelaide said before giving Ryann a soft wave.

Ryann figured it best that she get going as well, not wanting to be late. As she made her way towards the back of the classroom, a male voice spoke up.

"Nice work," Sebastian complimented once again.

"Oh, thank you. I enjoyed that duel," Ryann replied as she came to stand in front of Sebastian.

"That duel was quite something. Everyone'll be talking about it."

"It was certainly good practice, that much is for sure."

"Practice?" Sebastian softly scoffed, "It felt more like I was duelling an expert. Sebastian Sallow, by the way.

"You know, I didn't expect a new student to be so deft with a wand."

"I could tell, since you said that the duel was going to be easy," Ryann gently teased.

"I will admit, I may have judged you a bit too soon," Sebastian said, holding up his hands for a moment, "Although, perhaps that wasn't your first duel?"

"As a matter of fact, that was indeed my first proper duel," Ryann said, loosely crossing her arms in front of her, "Perhaps I have a knack for it."

"Be coy if you like, but I know better. Magic requires intention and talent.

"You know, you might be a perfect fit for a certain exclusive, unsanctioned duelling organisation."

"Exclusive and unsanctioned? Count me in," Ryann laughed softly.

"Laugh all you want, but I'm serious," Sebastian said, quirking a brow while he smirked, "If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts, you're going to need to break the rules now and then. Whether it's joining a secret duelling club, or sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library; you just have to be clever enough not to get caught."

"Thank you, Sebastian. I'll keep that in mind," Ryann said with a soft smile.

"Good. Pleased chatting with you. I'm sure I'll see you soon. Perhaps somewhere 'unsanctioned.' We'll see if your performance today was sheer luck, or actual skill. Look for Lucan Brattleby near the Clock Tower Entrance. If you're interested. Till next time."

Sebastian then departed from the classroom, seeming to try and appear suave and aloof, but only prompting another small laugh from Ryann as she shook her head slightly at him.

Chapter 13: Charmed, I'm Sure

"Ryann Alita Moore!" Joey's voice carried in the Great Hall as he approached the Hufflepuff table.

Ryann had sat there to get some lunch.

Rather than take a seat across from her, Joey opted to straddle the bench right beside Ryann, his expression stern.

"Would you care to enlighten me as to why I'm hearing that you were attacked by a dragon on your way here yesterday?" Joey asked.

Ryann had to take a moment to swallow the bite of food in her mouth.

"Because I may have been?" Ryann more asked than answered.

Joey raised a brow and gave Ryann a skeptical look.

Ryann drew a deep breath before letting out a soft sigh.

"Okay, that's not all of the story. But you have to promise not to tell anyone!" Ryann said, her tone a bit hushed.

Joey raised a brow at his sister, waiting for her to continue.

Ryann then recounted how she had, indeed, encountered a dragon which bit her carriage in half. She also said how she'd ended up at Gringotts and had found something that Ranrok wanted. She did not elaborate on her ability to see traces of ancient magic, or that the entire escapade involved such.

Joey was quiet for a moment, processing everything.

"Oh, I also got to meet Sebastian this morning; duel him, actually. But, I don't think he realized who I am," Ryann remarked.

"Really? He knows I have a twin named Ryann. And I told him how you're starting at Hogwarts this year," Joey noted.

"How did you say it, exactly? That I was starting at Hogwarts."

"Uh, something like 'my sister is starting at Hogwarts this year'."

"Then he probably thought you were talking about a younger sister that's starting as a first year," Ryann chuckled, "Most think of Ryann as a boy's name, despite it being a unisex name. I bet he thought you have a twin brother rather than a sister like him."

"I wouldn't put it past him," Joey sighed out with a laugh, "As smart as he can be, he's not as observant as he thinks he is."

"Seems so. But I did manage to beat him in the duel Professor Hecat had us do."

"Wait, you beat Sebastian?" Joey asked in a stunned tone, "I'm sorry, who are you and where has my sister who didn't know any spells two months ago end up?"

"Oh, shut it," Ryann joked, gently shoving her brother.

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It was early afternoon when Ryann was making her way to the Charms Classroom. When she entered, many of the students were already settling into their seats. The desks faced into the center of the room, situated on either side of a center alleyway where the Professor likely paced while lecturing.

As many of the students had already taken seats, Ryann looked around a little anxiously while trying to find an open seat where she wouldn't be imposing on anyone.

"Here," A female voice called out, causing Ryann to look around a little confused, "Behind you."

Ryann turned to see a Gryffindor student with a dark complexion, her hair obviously a bit textured despite being up and away from her face.

"There is an open seat here," The student urged, a gentle smile on her face.

"Thank you," Ryann said with a soft tone, her head bowed slightly as she climbed the few steps to the desk the Gryffindor student was sat at.

"Hello, I am Natty," The student introduced herself, "So, you are the new student?"

"Yes, my name is Ryann," Ryann said as she took the seat next to Natty.

"Have you met Professor Ronen yet?"

Before Ryann had a chance to answer, though, a baritone male voice rang out in the room,

"Ahem. Shall we begin?"

Ryann looked up to find the course of the voice to be an older male, as evident by the silver hair peeking out from under his cap and adoring his chin, and his skin was lighter than Natty's; more of a cocoa than walnut. 

Based on where he appeared from, Ryann started to wonder if all the professors had offices that were a level above their main classrooms.

"Welcome to year five of Charms," Professor Ronen started to monologue as he descended the stairs into the heart of the classroom, "Now, this will be a crucial year in your education on the art of Charmwork, but I am confident that we will take hold with the passion and rigour requisite of such a challenge," As he reached the main level of the classroom, Professor Ronen started to slowly pace up and down the alley between the desks, "Right, now everyone, please open your textbooks to page five-one-seven. But! Before we being, can anyone here tell me the difference between the incantations of the Colour Change and Growth Charms?"

The room was silent. Whether from students not recalling, or not wanting to be singled out, Ryann wasn't sure. In her case, she knew an incantation for the Growth Charm, but didn't know anything about the Colour Change Charm.

"Anyone? Anyone?" Professor Ronen probed.

Natty slid her textbook in front of Ryann, who accepted the gesture and turned to the back, where most informative books kept an index.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I am afraid it is too late to study now," Professor Ronen said before the textbook flew off of the desk in front of Ryann and into his hand.

"But, Sir, I-," Ryann had started to defend, feeling her cheeks quickly growing red.

Professor Ronen, however, simply continued on with his lecturing, "My, the summer months must have really taken a toll on you all," Professor Ronen let out a soft chuckle, "By the looks of it, you all spent your holidays practising Obliviate on one another."

As Professor Ronen laughed at his own joke, Ryann had folded in a little on herself, quickly growing to dread the sort of attention being a new student as a fifth-year was drawing in her classes.

While boisterous with her friends, Ryann was shy around those she did not know.

"Do you even remember how to perform a basic Summoning Charm? Hmm?" Professor Ronen asked, "Or perhaps do we need to review that as well?"

No student spoke up.

"Well, it seems we are in dire need of review indeed," Professor Ronen said, tucking the textbook in his hand under his arm, drawing his wand, "Everyone, get into pairs and take positions on opposite sides of the classroom. We shall used those textbook as the blunt objects you so believe they are and take turns summoning them out of one another's hands."

Professor Ronen than waved his wand, returning Natty's textbook to her hands.

"Those of you who will be holding the textbooks, come to this side of the room," Professor Ronen instructed as he motioned to his left, then motioned to his right, "Those who will summon first will be on this side. Only one book will be needed per partnership, Miss Dale. Thank you. Get into place now."

Ryann looked over at Natty, about to speak up when she simply let out a soft laugh.

"Do not worry. I will be your partner for this," Natty assured Ryann before going to stand on the opposite side of the classroom.

Once all of the students were in place across from their partners, Professor Ronen continued,

"Now, summoners, repeat after me. Remember, speak clearly when you recite an incantation. Now, Accio!"

Without raising their wands, Ryann and the students on the same side of the room all repeated, "Accio."

"Very good. Now, begin," Professor Ronen instructed.

Ryann then looked over to Natty, who was making a gesture with her hands; a small arc towards herself.

That must be the wand motion, Ryann thought to herself before giving Natty a slight nod and smile, which she returned.

Ryann held her wand firmly, her gaze focused on the textbook Natty was holding up and slightly out for her.

"Accio," Ryann said, moving her wand as if she were pulling the object to her with her own hand.

Rather swiftly, the textbook was pulled from Natty's hand and sailed across the room. Ryann reached up and caught the textbook by the spine, a touch surprised at the force that was behind the book.

"That is not bad," Natty said with a slightly impressed smile.

Ryann then held the textbook similarly to how Natty had while Natty drew her own wand. Just as how it had surprised her at the force behind the textbook when she caught it, Ryann was stunned by the force with which the textbook left her hold.

This cycle was repeated a few more times before Professor Ronen was approaching Ryann.

"You are a swift learner! I see a lot of potential," Professor Ronen complimented, "But remember, potential is nothing without practice. Keep at it, and you might just rival Miss Onai here!"

Professor Ronen gestured with a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to Ryann's partner.

He then turned to address the entirety of the class, "Very good everyone, that's enough of that.

"Well, as you all seem to have the basics down, and it is an exceptionally lovely day, I was thinking that we might have ourselves a little excursion outside for a spot of fresh air. After me."

Professor Ronen then gestured for the students to follow him as he made his way out of the classroom. After a little time walking, the class had reached one of the lawns of the castle.

"I've always found that fun does hand in hand with mastery, as I'm sure the Quidditch players amongst us would agree," Professor Ronen started as he drew his wand, "So, what better than a bit of sport to put our prowess with the Summoning Charm to the test?"

Professor Ronen the turned his back to the students once more as he started to construct a wooden board on a raised platform. As the "game board" was completed, it reminded Ryann of a seeming cross between Bocce and Shuffleboard. He then made a separate platform before stepping onto it.

"So, why don't we have our newest student start us off? Huh?" Professor Ronen asked as he gestured for Ryann to join him on the second platform.

Chapter 14: Playful Practice

As Ryann stepped up to the second platform, Professor Ronen began to explain the game, "Very simply, cast Accio on one of the spheres, and relinquish your charm at the last possible moment."

Ryann give a nod, drawing her wand as she looked at the board. She held the wand firm in her grasp as she looked to the first blue ball at the far end of the playing board.

"Accio," Ryann said clearly before one of the balls started to roll towards her.

It was a snap decision, but Ryann was watching the ball pick up speed before she dropped the spell, watching it then barely roll into the fifty-point zone at the end of the board. She even managed to repeat the feat twice more, getting a perfect score.

"Very good," Professor Ronen praised, "Points to Hufflepuff. But, there's certainly no sport in playing without some friendly competition. Miss Onai, would you care to give our new student a bit of a challenge? Come on up."

Natty gave a small nod of acknowledgement before she stepped onto the platform and stood next to Ryann.

"Now, our new student will be the blues, just as before, and Miss Onai will be playing as the reds. Clear?" Professor Ronen asked.

"Yes, sir," Both students said.

"Very well. Miss Onai will go first."

Natty let out a small chuckle before drawing her wand, pulling the first of her red balls towards her, landing it solidly in the fifty-point zone.

Ryann, recalling the muscle memory that was already starting to form, also summoned one of her blue balls to roll gently into the fifty-point zone.

Both students repeated the feats twice more, resulting in tied perfect scores.

"Not bad. But, do not think I will start going easy on your now," Natty teased with a small smile.

"Let us make this a bit more interesting, shall we?" Professor Ronen offered.

He waved his wand and a pair of boxes slotted onto the game board, both pacing back and forth across the board on either side of the twenty-point zone.

"I think we are well past 'interesting' at this point," Natty joked.

"I'll say," Ryann added with a soft laugh.

"Enough chatter; focus now. You will need it!" Professor Ronen gently reminded the students, "This round settles it all."

Both Natty and Ryann started their turns for the round repeating the feats of the last. It had seemed it was about to be another tied game, when Ryann managed to knock one of her balls hard enough into one of Natty's to knock it off the front. This gave Ryann the win, 150-100.

"Very good, both of you! Well done," Professor Ronen praised.

A few more rounds were played between other students before Professor Ronen was escorting the students all back inside to the Charms Classroom.

"Class is dismissed," Professor Ronen said once everyone was back inside the room, "Gather your things on the way out."

Natty then approached Ryann.

"Good game back there," Natty complimented, "I must admit, I think I underestimated you. Took me weeks to become proficient with Accio. Took weeks for me to get anything right when I transferred here. It gets easier, I promise."

"Thank you. That's good to hear. It's a lot to take in all at once, even when I've been hoping for it for years," Ryann admitted.

"To put it lightly. I remember how I felt when I first arrived. I transferred here from Uagadou just before my fourth year," Natty confessed, "My mother received an offer to teach Divination here. Before I knew it, we have left Uganda and we were halfway around the world at a new school in a new country."

"Is Uagadou a castle, like Hogwarts?" Ryann wondered, having never heard anything about wizarding schools in other countries.

"Its address is 'Mountains of the Moon.' It is not so much a castle as a beautiful edifice carved out of the mountainside," Natty explained, "I remember the first time I saw it. The mist was so thick I could hardly make out anything at all. And then it just materialized before me, this enormous school that seemed to be floating in mid-air."

"Is Uagadou much bigger than Hogwarts, then?"

"Uagadou School of Magic is the largest wizarding school in the world. So, yes," Natty laughed softly, "Bigger than Hogwarts. But it never seemed intimidating or overwhelming to me. It always felt like home."

Ryann paused for a moment, debating asking the question she had in mind before figuring it was best to just go for it.

"This may seem an odd question, but is magic the same there as it is here?" Ryann asked, "I'm Muggle-born, so I have no idea of magic outside of the UK."

Natty let out a short laugh before giving the question some thought for a moment.

"Mostly, yes. But I did have to learn how to use a wand when I arrived here," Natty answered, "Hardly anyone at Uagadou uses one."

"You can cast spells without a wand?" Ryann asked with a stunned expression.

"Oh, yes. I find wandless magic to be much more instinctive. Not to mention quite convenient if one is without their wand. I must admit, however, that I am growing quite fond of using a wand. It seems very dramatic."

"That's fascinating," Ryann mused, "It's interesting to learn about another wizarding school."

"Thank you for asking. I do miss Uagadou, but I am glad to be here at Hogwarts," Natty briefly looked over her shoulder, "Ah, I think Professor Ronen wants to talk to you. Better not keep him waiting. Until next time."

"Until then," Ryann said with a slight bow of her head.

As Ryann was about to approach Professor Ronen, she noticed that Sebastian seemed to be talking with someone, another Slytherin, as they were getting ready to leave.

That must be Ominis, then, Ryann thought to herself.

"Of course, you can use Accio on humans. It you're so inclined," Sebastian said simply.

"Well, you'd be using it on clothing to be precise, Sebastian," Ominis corrected, "You know it won't work on humans."

Once the boys left the room, Ryann returned to her approach of Professor Ronen.

"You wanted to speak with me, Professor?" Ryann asked.

"I did. I trust your first Charms lesson lived up to expectations?" Professor Ronen asked with a sideways smile.

"Well, an outdoor competition wasn't exactly the lesson I was expecting, sir," Ryann said with a soft laugh.

"What charm is there in the expected? You did well, managing to best as gifted a student as Miss Onai."

"Thank you, Professor. I enjoyed the match and challenge."

"Miss Onai is always a fierce competitor. Though, I sense that she is a bit distracted of late. Ahem. Now, Professor Weasley has asked that your professors give you instructions outside of the ordinary curriculum. Expect to hear from me soon regarding a special assignment that I am preparing for you."

"I look forward to it, sir," Ryann said with a soft smile before turning to leave.

Chapter 15: Jaunt About the Castle

As Ryann started to leave the Charms Classroom, a feminine voice called out to her.

"Hello there. You're the new student, aren't you?" The voice asked.

Ryann looked up to see a Ravenclaw students standing just across the way from the door to the classroom.

"Hello," Ryann greeted, approaching the student, "Did you want to speak to me?"

"Samantha Dale," The student introduced, "I've been eager to meet you. Not only are you the student everyone's talking about, but I've heard many things about you from your brother. Anyway, hope your first day's going well. You certainly seemed to hold your own in Charms."

"That's kind of you to say," Ryann said with a soft smile, "I've been fortunate. Beginner's luck, I suppose."

"My brother William would tell you not to be so humble and to trust your abilities. Then again, he tends to be overconfident in his.

"Well, better see to my Charms homework. I'm afraid I can't count on 'beginners luck' to impress Professor Ronen."

"Best of luck, then," Ryann said with a slight nod of her head.

As the two parted ways, Ryann withdrew her Field Guide, requesting the map to lead her to the Transfiguration Classroom. While Professor Weasley might've said what subject she taught, Ryann recalled Joey telling her about the Professors over the summer.

Having been taught to be prompt by both her parents, Ryann made her way to Professor Weasley's classroom. She was about to enter when she heard what seemed more like Professor Weasley giving a lecture than her talking to a single student. Withdrawing her hand from knocking on the door, Ryann figured that it would be a good chance for her to explore the castle a bit before attempting to meet with Professor Weasley again.

Recalling her words earlier in the day, Ryann made her way to central hall, figuring it would be the best place to go to before setting out to wander.

Once back in Central Hall, Ryann noticed a familiar face rather quickly.

"Hello, Lenora," Ryann greeted as she approached, "What are you looking at?"

"Everyone thinks I'm utterly barmy. Samantha thinks I'm potty. But, it's this painting. I never noticed it before," Lenora said as she looked to her fellow Hufflepuff, "If I know Hogwarts, and I do, an empty frame doesn't appear for no reason. There's something more to this."

"Alright, well," Ryann started to inspect the frame, "Have you managed to figure anything out about the painting since you've been studying it?"

"I did discover that casting Lumos has an effect of some kind, but I'm not sure what to do next."

"Are there other empty paintings like this around the school? Or is this the only one?"

"If I can work out the riddle of this one, I'll know what to do with all of them. As good a place as any to begin."

Ryann continued to look over the frame, "I'll see if I can figure anything out. Could prove quite intriguing."

"I've been wracking my brains long enough. I hope you'll have better luck than I have. Do come and find me if you stumble on something illuminating that solves the mystery, though," Lenora said before walking away from the painting.

"Sure thing, Lenora," Ryann said, taking a step closer to the frame, "Cast bronze, maybe? And, are those butterflies? No, maybe moths? Lenora did say that Lumos seemed to do something, so moths might make sense."

Figuring she'd gleaned all she could from simply observing the frame, Ryann drew her wand,

"Lumos."

The black back of the frame's "image" lit up, revealing a stone staircase; an already familiar one at that.

Ryann lowered her wand as she jogged over to the door she'd just come into Central Hall from. Low and behold, beside the stairs, an enameled bronze moth was perched on the wall. Since even muggles knew that moths were attracted to light, Ryan rose her wand once more.

"Lumos."

The moth then practically leapt from the wall to over around the light Ryann was producing at the end of her wand.

"Let's get you back to your frame, little moth," Ryann said warmly as she started to make her way back to the frame, keeping her wand lit to have the moth follow her.

Ryann carefully made her way back to the frame before releasing the light spell in front of it. The small moth moved from the tip of her want to the depression that was at the base of the frame. As it settled, the other small moths fluttered along the bronze frame.

"Glad to see you're back home," Ryann said with a small chuckle, "Suppose I should go tell Lenora I solved the mystery of the empty frame."

Thankfully, Ryann only had to look up a little to see Lenora was lazily watching over Central Hall as some other students were. Ryann went up the stairs before approaching her fellow Hufflepuff.

"Lenora, I solved the mystery of that painting," Ryann said elatedly.

"You did?" Lenora asked, sounding a touch shocked, "How?"

"First, I cast Lumos in front of the painting and it looked like somewhere else in Central Hall. So, I went and found the location depicted in the painting and then I cast Lumos again to guide a moth back to the frame," Ryann explained.

"All very logical, I suppose. Pity, I was so close to solving it," Lenora lamented, "You have a knack for solving riddles. Natty's good at that, too. So is Amit- although he does tend to overexplain. Well, I'm glad someone figured it out."

"Don't sell yourself so short, Lenora. I may not have gotten that far if you hadn't already figured out that the painting reacted to Lumos," Ryann pointed out.

"I suppose you're right about that, too," Lenora snickered softly before turning to lean on the railing she'd been previously leaning on.

As Ryann started to walk away, she heard Lenora say to herself,

"The moth! I should have seen that."

Ryann was about to go back down the stairs towards the fountain when she noticed someone looking a bit upset and a bit away from everyone else. After debating it for a moment, Ryann decided to make sure the girl was okay.

"I really have made a mess of things," The girl sighed to herself.

"Excuse me. Is everything alright?" Ryann asked as she approached the girl.

"Oh, hello. Thank you for asking. I'm Cressida, by the way, and I'm afraid everything's not alright. I may be in a spot of trouble with the librarian," Cressida lamented.

"Already? What happened?"

"You see, I'm fond of creating my own charms. Thought I'd perfected my 'light as a feather' charm to use on my library books. My arms get so tired carrying them around all day. But I must've confused the Latin for for 'feather' with 'bird' in my incantation, because when I opened my bag just now in the library they literally took flight."

"I think that sounds brilliant, actually. Being able to create your own charms like that, I mean."

"Thank you. But somehow I don't think the librarian will see it that way. I'd collect the books and remove the charm myself, except this isn't the first time one of my charms has threatened the peace of the library. Amit told Madam Scribner they were my books flying around. So she said that if I caused her any more trouble she'd write to my parents. Perhaps you could get them for me? There are only five. She won't be suspicious of a new student looking around."

"Why did Amit tell Madam Scribner that they were your books?"

Cressida let out a heavy sigh, "To be perfectly honest,  I don't think he meant any harm. I think he was impressed; bragging on my behalf. Amit spends a lot of time gazing at the stars, but he knows a good charm when he sees one."

"I have a little time right now. Let me see what I can do," Ryann said with a soft smile before turning to go into the library.

"If you could collect them and bring them to me, I can remove the charm," Cressida spoke up, "And, I do hope you're quick. One of the books is my diary."

"Ah, I see. I'll be back in two ticks, then," Ryann said with a soft wink before going down the short set of stairs to turn into the library.

When she got into the library, Ryann had to keep her gasp of awe as inaudible as she was able, seeing the two stories of the library and the bookshelves, which were nearly floor to ceiling, packed with books. What next caught Ryann's attention, though, were a few books fluttering about in the open space, and she could see at least one flying between the rows of shelves on the second level.

It seems that Professor Ronen taught me the Summoning Charm at just the right time, Ryann thought to herself as she silently pulled out her second-hand wand.

Taking a quick glance to see if the librarian was watching her, Ryann made quick work to summon the three books she could see right away to her hold, tucking them under her arm as they tried to flutter away. Climbing one of the sets of spiral stairs as quickly and quietly as she could manage, Ryann turned to look towards the front of the library and caught glimpses of the last two books she needed to grab for Cressida. Each book was weaving between the rows of books on separate sides of the second level.

After a bit of light footwork and whispered casting, Ryann had all five books clutched against her chest, trying to flutter away, as she made her way back down the stairs and out of the library to where Cressida was waiting.

"Cressida, I got your books, including your diary," Ryann said with a breathless chuckle as she approached the Gryffindor girl.

"Oh, what a relief! Thank you," Cressida mused, "I'll happily take the heavy lot off your hands now."

"Here you are, then," Ryann said as she held the clasped stack out to Cressida.

Cressida held her wand to the stack before saying, "Finite Incantatem."

Ryann could then feel the books still in her hold before Cressida lifted the weight of them.

"Well, lesson learned," Cressida said as she settled the books in her arms, "I certainly won't be practising any charms in the library again any time soon."

"That's probably for the best," Ryann laughed softly.

"Now to work out where I went wrong," Cressida said with a slight nod before taking her leave, "Perhaps I should start with brushing up on my Latin."

"Best of luck!"

Chapter 16: Resetting and Recouping

When Ryann had finished helping Cressida, she figured it would be a good time to check to see if Professor Weasley's class had been let out so she could speak with the professor, per her instructions.

Crossing the courtyard from Central Hall, Ryann approached Professor Weasley's classroom and found it to be a bit quieter on the other side than it had been when she first approached the door.

"Professor?" Ryann asked, opening the door to the classroom, "It's Ryann Moore."

"Oh, excuse Deek," A small creature, a house elf perhaps, said before snapping his fingers and disappearing from the room.

"Ah! There you are," Professor Weasley greeted, getting up from her desk and coming around it to approach Ryann, "I trust your first classes went well?"

"They did, Professor," Ryann answered with a soft smile.

"I heard as much from Professors Hecat and Ronen. Seems Professor Fig taught you quite a bit before you arrived. I'd wager there's a good deal more to your travels here than what you've told me, isn't there?"

"Nothing more, Professor. Joey did try and help over the summer as well, but that's all," Ryann said, lying about her arrival to Hogwarts, but being truthful in her brother being eager to help her catch up.

"I see. Like trying to get a sonnet from a Streeler. Regardless, you must continue to build upon what you've learned. In that regard, I've asked your professors to help hasten your progress with some extra assignments."

"Professor Ronen has mentioned as much already, though not in much detail," Ryann confirmed, "But, I understand that it's all meant to help me catch up to my brother and our peers."

"Precisely. And, in fact, Professor Ronen will meet you outside momentarily to assign your first one."

"Already? But, Professor, what about my-?"

"Your trip to Hogsmeade? Don't worry, I'm getting the final preparations set while you do your lesson with Professor Ronen. I've already arranged to replace the supplies lost on your way here, including seeds, potion recipes, and spellcrafts."

"Oh, er, thank you, Professor," Ryann said with a slight bow of her head.

"And Mr. Ollivander will connect you with the perfect wand. You've managed your classes will with a borrowed wand. But you'll find the magic you cast with your own want to be far superior."

"There's an Ollivanders in Hogsmeade?" Ryann asked in both awe and surprise.

She was familiar with the shop in Diagon Alley from when her brother got his first wand, but she hadn't been able to go to get her own over the summer since she was studying with Professor Fig.

"There is," Professor Weasley said with a small smile, "Most people are familiar with the shop is Diagon Alley. We're fortunate to have someone like him nearby. Mr. Ollivander is a genuine craftsman and highly skilled wandmaker. I would trust no one else to pair me with a wand."

"As a craftsman, I'm eager to meet him too, then."

William Moore, Ryann and Joey's father, was a jeweler with their Uncle Patrick in their family's store "Moore Jewelers." So, the twins learned the importance of mastering a craft from even a young age.

Having a moment to reflect on what Professor Weasley was telling Ryann what she would get at Hogsmeade, a question came to mind.

"I've never heard of a spellcraft before, Professor. What is it?" Ryann asked.

"A spellcraft is a recipe for sorts used when conjuring objects," Professor briefly explained, "I shall explain more about them when you begin working with Transfiguration magic."

"I understand. Could you tell me more about to Potions shop? Joey seems to enjoy going there, but I'm afraid I don't know much on what to expect there," Ryann admitted.

"Yes, I suppose it would be a favorite shop of your brother's, given his grades in Professor Sharp's class," Professor Weasley snickered softly, "J. Pippin's Potions stocks a wide array of potions ingredients, although they rarely sell recipes. Professor Sharp asked that they have a couple of particular recipes on hand for you."

"Well, I'm more than excited to get to Hogsmeade," Ryann said with a smile.

"Very well. I'd like you to make your first visit to the village with a classmate; help you get your bearings."

"A classmate? Not my brother?"

"While I have no doubt that your brother would serve as an excellent guide, this would also be a good chance for you to start making some new friendships, would it not? Perhaps with Sebastian Sallow or Natsai Onai? I've been told you got on well with both of them at your classes today."

"Oh, er, I suppose I'd like to go with Sebastian, then," Ryann answered.

She'd already been more than eager to befriend Sebastian based on the stories her brother had told her about him. And even more so with the clean slate she may have with him not realizing that she was indeed Joey's twin sister.

"Glad to hear it. Mr. Sallow is a capable young wizard and he knows the area. He'll keep you well clear of any of Victor Rookwood's undesirables en route."

"Rookwood?" Ryann asked.

"A rather unsavory local. Best to avoid him and his associates, including his 'right hand' of sorts, Theophilus Harlow, if you can."

"I see."

"Once you've finished Professor Ronen's assignments, Mr. Sallow will meet you at the Castle Doors at the Bell Tower Courtyard. Now, no time to waste. The sooner you completed your work, the sooner you can enjoy Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks."

"Very well, Professor," Ryann said with a small laugh, "I'll go find Professor Ronen, then."

With that, Ryann left Professor Weasley's classroom to find Professor Ronen in the courtyard near the Wyvern fountain. He was amusing himself with a small charm when Ryann approached him.

"Professor Ronen," Ryann gently interrupted, "Professor Weasley said you have a new spell to teach me?"

"Indeed I do," Professor Ronen said while stowing his wand, "And an exceedingly useful one at that; the Mending Charm, Reparo. Fixes things right up. Makes a broken object good as new in the blink of an eye."

"That does seem exceedingly useful," Ryann lightly joked.

"More frequently than one would imagine. As Professor Weasley mentioned, I am not the only one who will be teaching you spells outside of class in an effort to catch you up with your peers. A number of your professors have agreed to do so as well. But first, each shall ask that you complete a few preliminary tasks to hone your magic. As such, I have arranged some for today. See them through and then report back to me. We will have you casting Reparo in no time."

"Pardon my asking but, why must I first complete tasks to learn Reparo?" Ryann asked.

"No lesson or lecture can compare to first-hand experience, and these tasks should provide you with that. Such experience is invaluable when mastering any new bit of magic. So, I've enchanted some parchment for you to capture and return to me before I teach you Reparo. This will give you another chance to practice Accio. There is one in Central Hall, and one in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. Once you have both pieces of parchment, return to me and we will begin the lesson."

"I'll get started on the task right away then, Professor," Ryann said with a small nod.

Chapter 17: Slow Down and Smell the Roses

After her extra lesson with Professor Ronen, Ryann was checking her map in her Field Guide before making her way to the doors that lead to the Bell Tower Courtyard, where Professor Weasley said that Sebastian would be waiting for her.

"Well, fancy meeting you here," Sebastian greeted as Ryann reached the door.

"Took the words right from my mouth," Ryann snickered, "Hello, Sebastian."

"Ah, yes. My new 'charge,'" Sebastian joked, "I'm told you're in dire need of supplies and that I'm to accompany you into Hogsmeade for them. Is this your first foray into the village?"

"Yes, it is. I'm from London. My parents are muggles so, I never would've been able to go to Hogsmeade before now."

"Well, I shall endeavor to be the very best of guides then. Hogsmeade's a charming little place. Self-contained, too. We should be able to find you everything that you need. Shall we?"

Ryann gave a soft nod with another snicker as Sebastian opened the door for the two of them to go out into the courtyard.

"You know, I was glad Professor Weasley asked me to join you today," Sebastian said as he started off towards the school's gate that was just across the Courtyard.

"As am I, admittedly. Thank you, by the way," Ryann said as she followed after the Slytherin.

"Of course! You're the only one who's ever bested me in a duel. The way I see it, I'd be wise to keep an eye on you. Speaking of Weasley, though, she seems to have taken quite a shine to you."

"Has she? I figured she was just doing her due diligence in helping ensure a new student had what they need to succeed and thrive. Especially since she's the Deputy Headmistress."

"Perhaps. Still, I'm surprised that a professor would entrust me with anything, given my detention record."

Ah, yes. That was something that Joey complained about with him, Ryann thought to herself.

"Spend a lot of time in detention, do you?" Ryann asked, barely masking her laugh.

"Just enough to keep me well-rounded," Sebastian retorted, a smirk evident in his tone, "And speaking of detention, this trip to Hogsmeade might've saved me from one."

That prompted Ryann to truly let out another laugh, "Glad to be of service, then."

"Madam Scribner, the librarian, was on the hunt for me, as is often the case. Professor Weasley came to retrieve me and was able to convince ol' Scribner that I had somewhere to be."

"So, just what did you do to get on the bad side of a librarian?" Ryann asked with a lingering chuckle.

"Well, I suspect it's a matter of differing opinions. She thinks I shouldn't be allowed in the Restricted Section, and I, on the other hand, am inclined to disagree. Oh, just one moment," Sebastian veered slightly off of the path they had been following, pointing out a small grouping of yellow-leaved bushes with a few stone benches between them, "This is an excellent spot to gather lacewing flies, according to my pal Joey. They're pretty to look at, but if you stew them long enough they make a powerful potion ingredient."

"Good to know," Ryann said, genuinely taking the advice to note, but managing to suppress her snickering.

He definitely doesn't realize that I'm Joey's twin, Ryann thought to herself.

As the two continued back along the trail, Ryann was taking the chance to take in the countryside. She'd had a few chances to get out of the city growing up, but they weren't often compared to her brother.

"Merlin's beard! From the Forbidden Forest! Look!" Sebastian said, his hand flying up to Ryann's shoulder to stop her while his other pointed to what he was seeing.

"What's going on?" Ryann asked.

"See for yourself! Quite a sight, isn't it?" Sebastian all but mused.

It was then that Ryann saw two large, winged beasts coming from the trees. Ryann watched them in awe as they flew off.

"What were those?" Ryann breathed out.

"Hippogriffs," Sebastian answered, "You certainly don't see that every day."

The two continued further down the path, passing a few students who had certainly just seen the same sight they had.

"Do you think Poppy's already seen the Hippogriffs?" Arthur asked.

"Absolutely," Another boy laughed.

"Likely already named them, too," A girl added.

"'Prancefoot' and 'Sugarhoof'," Leander joked.

At that, Ryann simply rolled her eyes and shook her head.

A new place, a fresh start, the last think she planned on doing was getting roped into pointless social drama.

"To the left is the Forbidden Forest. Out of bounds to all students," Sebastian pointed out.

"Hence the name," Ryann said with a sideway smile.

"Precisely. They think it's too dangerous. I think they need to have more confidence in our defensive abilities."

"That also why you're part of an underground dueling club?" Ryann joked.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny," Sebastian said with a roll of his eyes, "You can see Hogsmeade just past those ruins up ahead. Have you had much of a chance to explore the castle?"

"A little. It's only been a day and it's positively enormous," Ryann pointed out, "Though I'm sure by the end of the year I'll have made significant progress. Perhaps even the end of the semester."

"I wouldn't be so sure. I've been here five years and barely scratched the surface. Loads to see, places to discover."

"Oh? Anything you'd like to share with the class?" Ryann asked with a new laugh.

"Perhaps one day. I can't go around telling you all my secrets now, can I? Oh, Mr. Moon!" Sebastian called, "He's the Hogwarts caretaker. Looks a bit worse for wear."

The two approached an older man, who looked to be of East Asian descent. Any further than that, Ryann couldn't determine.

"Hello Mr. Moon. Have you met our new Fifth-year?" Sebastian introduced.

Well, I suppose it was fun while it lasted. At least his response should be entertaining, Ryann sighed internally before extending her hand to Mr. Moon, "Ryann Moore."

"Pleasure," Mr. Moon said, shaking Ryann's hand, "Though, the two of you might want to turn back. Turn and-" Mr. Moon hiccuped, "-run."

"Is everything alright, sir?" Sebastian asked.

"It looked right at me. Eyes big as saucers."

"What did Mr. Moon?"

"Demi-" Mr. Moon hiccuped once more, "-guise. Ugly and hairy and terrifying. I shall be at the castle where it's safe. Good luck to both of you."

With that, Mr. Moon started to stumble in the opposite direction from where the students had come, returning towards the castle.

"A Demiguise? I don't know what he's putting in his pumpkin juice, but he's obviously had too much of it," Sebastian remarked as he started back towards Hogsmeade, "I've never seen Mr. Moon in such a state. He's quite the character, I'll say that much. My sister Anne thinks he's lovely, but I'd say he could improve a bit as caretaker."

"Oh, is your sister in Slytherin, too?" Ryann asked, as if she didn't already know from her brother.

"She is, or rather, she was. She's not well at the moment, but she'll be better soon and back at Hogwarts. That does remind me of something else, though," Sebastian said as he came to a stop in front of a small bridge that lead to Hogsmeade, "When you introduced yourself to Mr. Moon. You said your last name was Moore?"

"Yes, it is," Ryann confirmed, already having a solid idea where Sebastian was going with his train of thought.

"You know, my pal Joey, he's got a twin named Ryan, and his last name is Moore. He said his sister was starting at Hogwarts this year but, they didn't call the name of any first years with the same family name at the Start of Term feast," Sebastian started to ramble for a moment, "You're Joey's twin, aren't you?"

Ryann couldn't help the soft snicker that passed her lips, "Yes, I am."

The look of things clicking into place was clear on Sebastian's face.

"You're-, but he-," Sebastian started to stammer.

"Yes, he should've been clearer, but he never lied to you. You incorrectly assumed that his twin was a boy, rather than a girl like you and your sister. And no, he didn't teach me anything about dueling. He isn't allowed to use magic outside of school," Ryann said with a warm smirk, "Now, come on. I've got some supplies and a wand to get."

Chapter 18: "Wand"er My Way

"Honestly, if one could bottle the magic of this place," Sebastian sighed, "I don't know if it's the shops or the people, but there's just something about Hogsmeade. We all flock to it like moths to a flame, "Sebastian then turned slightly while taking a single step forward, "So, how would you like to do this? You and Weasley have both told me that you have a list of things to get. A wand and some other bits?"

"Yes, dittany seeds, some spellcrafts, and some potion recipes," Ryann confirmed.

"Perfect. Can't wait to see what you do with a new wand," Sebastian said with a smirk, "And, a short list gives you plenty of time to poke around the village. I just have to pop into a shop to find something for my sister. Let's meet up in the town circle when you're finished."

"Sounds like a plan," Ryann said with a small nod.

"Right you are," Sebastian said, taking two steps forward before pausing and turning to face Ryann once more, "Remember, have fun. It's Hogsmeade!"

At that, Sebastian made his way further into the village.

Ryann, meanwhile, opened her field guide to the map, recalling that Professor Fig had told her that it would even give her a bit of a map outside of the castle.

"The shops I need to go to were, Tomes and Scrolls, J. Pippin's Potions, the Magic Neep, and Ollivander's. Looks like the closest place is Tomes and Scrolls so, let's start there," Ryann said to herself before closing the field guide.

Ryann approached the shop, gently pushing in the door and looking around. The smell of parchment and paper was strong, which didn't surprise her given the name of the store.

"Pardon me, sir," Ryann said as she approached the gentleman behind the counter, "I'm here for the spellcrafts Professor Weasley ordered."

The gentleman behind the desk had darker skin, and a medium gray to his full beard. Round glasses were perched on his nose and a bowler hat was atop his head.

"Matilda's student. I thought I might be seeing you soon. I am the proprietor here, Thomas Brown," The man introduced, "I take it you have had a Conjuring lesson then?"

"I'm afraid I haven't yet, sir," Ryann admitted.

"Ah, but you will soon enough. It is magic at its purest, creating something out of nothing. Of course it is not without complexity, but that is where my spellcrafts come in. Stay the course and you could soon impress even Professor Weasley."

"That's certainly something to aspire to, Mr. Brown. I look forward to that day."

"And I to seeing it. Spellcrafts are incredibly useful for conjuring unique items like custom pieces of furniture or decoration. But I shall let Professor Weasley do the teaching. For now, let's get the spellcrafts you need. A potting table and a potions station, yes?"

"I believe so, sir," Ryann said with a soft nod.

"Good. Nothing like being able to grow your own ingredients and brew what you want when you want. Let's have a look," Thomas Brown said before turning to look over his shelves behind his desk, "Ah, here we are," He then turned back to the desk, presenting a stack of parchment to Ryann, "Here are those spellcrafts. And, if you're interested, feel free to take a look around at the rest of my inventory."

Ryann accepted the parchments, "Unfortunately, I cannot today, but I surely will be back another to take a look. But, thank you for your help today, sir."

"Of course. Have a lovely rest of your day," Thomas Brown said as Ryann turned to leave, stowing her freshly obtained spellcrafts.

"Next step is Ollivander's," Ryann said softly, recalling where the shops were listed on the map.

Just as she had with Tomes and Scrolls, when Ryann approached the shop front, she gently opened the door and stepped inside. However, unlike at Tomes and Scrolls, there was no one behind the counter. She looked around, seeing off kilter shelves filled to the brim with small boxes; wand boxes. Approaching the desk, Ryann saw a hand bell. When she reached for it, the bell rang itself, startling her slightly.

She wasn't exactly the most use to items being enchanted.

"I'll be right with- ah! It's you!" Mr. Ollivander said before quickly looking to the boxes in his arms, "Um, just a moment, please."

Ryann took the moment to look only a touch closer at all the wand boxes, wondering just what made each wand in them unique from the other.

"Ah, hmm, right," Mr. Ollivander said as he came out from the back, dusting down the front of his coat.

"Hello, sir. I'm looking for-," Ryann started.

"For a new wand, yes. It's about time."

"Yes, I- about time?"

"Well, you're our new fifth year student, are you not? Oh, what am I saying? Of course you are," Mr. Ollivander said before plucking his wand from behind his ear and lifting the countertop security gate as he stepped around the counter, "Gerbold Ollivander's the name! But, of course, you'll have heard of the Ollivanders, I'm sure. Finest wandmakers in the world. It's a pleasure to meet you, truly," He said as he shook Ryann's hand with both of his. He paused for a moment, "Your face, it seems familiar. Have you a sibling?"

"I have an younger twin brother," Ryann confirmed.

Mr. Ollivander thought for a moment, "Oh, yes! I remember. Joseph! Came in with his parents and sister, all muggle aside from him. Well, seems we were wrong about you back then, weren't we?"

"You remember my brother? But, we bought his wand in Diagon Alley."

"Most of the year, I am here, yes. But, once those Hogwarts Letters go out and until the start of term, I enjoy being at the Diagon Alley shop and helping as many new students get their wands as I can. He was chestnut and dragon heartstring, correct?"

"I can't say I recall the wood, but I do remember the core being dragon heartstring. That was one of the magical beasts we knew about as children and I had a fascination with, which is why I remembered it."

"Well, today is your turn. Let's find you the perfect wand, shall we?" Mr. Ollivander then started to look through the shelves of wand boxes.

Ryann wasn't sure how he knew what was in each of them so easily, as he muttered to himself. To her, the boxes seemed all but tossed onto the haphazard shelves.

"Ah, yes, yes. Powerful core, ten and a half inches, you might do," Mr. Ollivander said to himself as he pulled a wand box from the shelf before opening it and offering the wand to Ryann, "Here, give this one a try."

Ryann almost reverently picked up the wand from the box, holding it carefully in her hand.

"Now, go ahead and give it a swish, nice and firm!" Mr. Ollivander encouraged.

Ryann gave a soft nod before raising her unoccupied hand slightly, prepping it as counterbalance as she gave the wand a firm, solid swish.

The tip of the wand lit up, but the wand also flung itself from Ryann's hand and up into the air before it started to make small fireworks.

"Oh, dear," Mr. Ollivander said before managing to close the wand back into its box, humming slightly as he reshelved the box, "We'll find you something. Not to worry."

"I suppose I should be glad I didn't cause as much of a ruckus as my brother did with the first wand he tried," Ryann admitted in a slightly deflated tone.

Joey had shattered the windows in the shop, causing Mr. Ollivander to need to repair them before he brought Joey another wand to try.

"Ah, perhaps-, yes," Mr Ollivander said as he bent down to grab another wand box, "A rare wood,  13 3/4 inches, dragon heartstring," He then held the new wand box out and open, "Let's give this one a try."

Ryann took the offered wand, a little more tentatively than before, but with hope seated in her heart. She gave the wand a firm swish and, for a moment, it seemed that it may be the wand for her, but it was soon jetting about the shop, knocking things over in its wake.

"Ah! Oh! Oh my," Mr. Ollivander said before drawing his own wand, using it to capture the renegade one and return it to its box, "Looks like it's back to the shelf for you," As he returned the wand box to where he'd grabbed it from, he muttered, "This is proving to be trickier than I had anticipated. How perplexing. Now, where are you? Perhaps you? Ah! There you are," Mr. Ollivander lowered a box down from a high shelf with his own wand, "Yes, I think you might be the one," Once more, he opened the wand box and offered Ryann the wand, "Here, take it. 12 1/4 inches, Larch wood, and a unicorn hair core."

The wand within the box softly spiraled from tip to hilt, with wood a warm brown hue. The handle was a rather vibrant blue, like that of lapis lazuli, slightly contoured on the ends and accented with a brilliant silver coloured metal.

"What do you think?" Mr. Ollivander asked.

"It already feels really good in the hand," Ryann noted as she turned her hand over slightly, looking the wand over before raising said wand. 

But, just before they were going to flick the wand, Ryann felt a sort of surge wave through their body, almost like when they were interacting with the small pools of ancient magic in the Gringotts vault, but, softer.

"Extraordinary," Mr. Ollivander mused, "Another wand, another beginning of a bright and magical future! Now, how did that feel?"

"Good; different. I sensed a sort of surge of some kind," Ryann answered, lowing the wand with a soft smile.

"A match. Your connection seemed particularly powerful. The right wand will learn from you just as you learn from it."

"I'm more than eager to try it out."

"I'm sure you are! Treat it well and you shall find no more dependable a wand than one with a unicorn hair core. And the bond between you and your wand should only grow stronger. Do not be surprised at your new wand's ability to perceive your intentions, particularly in a moment of need."

"That sounds wonderful, Mr. Ollivander."

"I'll let you get to it. Do come and see me again if ever I can be of further assistance."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, sir."

Chapter 19: Stepping Stones

Her own wand in hand, Ryann left Ollivander's with a soft smile on her lips. After quickly referring to the map in her Field Guide, she knew that she would next need to go to J. Pippin's Potions, then the Magic Neep.

As she opened the door to the shop, a soft bell chimed to announce her entrance.

"Pardon me," Ryann said before seeing a man in his middle age, perhaps late-forties or early fifties, in a deep purple waistcoat with a blue ascot and rectangular glasses bridging his nose, some wrinkles such as smile lines starting to adorn his face.

"Oh, thank goodness," The man exhaled in a relieved manner, "When I heard the bell I thought you were Miss Lawang; not that she deigns to come here. Though, I don't believe I've seen you here before. Your face is familiar, but you are not."

"This is my first time in Hogsmeade. But, my brother says that he comes to your shop often; Joseph Moore," Ryann offered.

"Ah, yes! Mister Moore is quite the budding young potioneer. Well, Parry Pippin at your service. And this is J. Pippin's Potions; Potions for All Ailments," Mr. Pippin introduced, "You'll have read it on the sign of course, but grandfather always made me say it in full."

Ryann let out a small chuckle, sympathizing in hearing that, given that her father and uncle were also shopkeepers.

"How may I help you today?" Mr. Pippin asked.

"Professor Weasley sent me to collect som recipes. I'm new at Hogwarts," Ryann started to explain.

"You're the student she sent the owl about. I didn't realize that Mister Moore's sister was the late bloomer," Mr. Pippin said before reaching into a few alcoves that were behind his desk, "I set your things aside immediately. I suspected if you're anything like I was at your age, or I suppose if you take after your brother as well, you'd want your potion supplies.

"Is it not the most fascinating art, potion-making? Rivals anything you can do with a wand, I've always said."

"I suppose so. Joey's always musing about the potions he's brewed," Ryan chuckled softly.

"They might not be as showy as spellwork, but make no mistake, they are just as powerful," Mr. Pippin became to muse as well, "They can heal, destroy, protect - you'll discover all of this soon enough. Now, as it is your first time visiting my shop, I should mention that it's not just potion recipes I sell. I also offer ready-made draughts for all manner of uses. And I unveil new ones from time to time. Pop in when you can to so you don't miss out on anything. But for now, let's get you those recipes, shall we?"

Mr. Pippin once more reached into the alcoves before producing some parchment.

"I also do sell ingredients for potion making. I can even be persuaded to making special orders for the right price and argument," Mr. Pippin joked, "Though I'm sure that you brother could tell you all about that."

Ryann gave another soft laugh before holding up the parchments for a moment, "Thank you, Mr. Pippin."

With a small nodd, Ryann then made to leave before rounding the corner of the shop to continue on to the Magic Neep.

As she approached the stone fence around the cottage, she saw the sign in front which indicated that she was at the right place.

"Well, hello there," A man greeted from the other side of the stone fence before Ryann went through the gate.

"Hello there," Ryann returned as she approached the man, "I'm here for the seeds Professor Weasley arranged for me to collect."

"Ah, yes. The dittany for the new fifth-year. I take it that's for you then," The man said as he reached towards his cart.

"That would be correct, sir," Ryann confirmed.

"Merlin's beard. Starting Hogwarts as a fifth-year. You must be positively reeling from it all."

"A little. But it's easier since my brother has been a student at Hogwarts since we were eleven."

"Twin brother, then?"

"Yes. He did his best to prepare me for what's to come, though we could each only anticipate so much."

"That's true of most anything in life," The man chuckled before producing the pouch of dittany seeds, "Name's Timothy Teasdale, by the way. I'm the owner of the Magic Neep. I keep the cart out here because I like a good chat. Can't very well be in the thick of things if I'm hidden away inside now, can I?"

"No, I suppose not," Ryann said with a soft laugh and sideways smile.

"In addition to seeds, I've plenty of plants. Grow everything myself. My specialty is potion ingredients. Even Pippin purchases from me. But, for now let's just get you started with these dittany seeds," Mr. Teasdale said before offering the pouch of seeds to Ryann

That's everything. Suppose I should go find Sebastian, then, Ryann thought to herself as she accepted the seeds.

"Thank you, Mr. Teasdale," Ryann said with a small bow of the head before going towards the gate.

With one last review of the map in her Field Guide, Ryann located the town circle, and the best way to get to said location from the Magic Neep. As she was walking through the streets, she noticed the front of one building had a barber's pole painted on one of the exterior columns. 

Tentatively, Ryann moved to open the door and step inside, hearing the bell chime as she went.

"Hello?" Ryann asked while looking into the shop.

"Oh, come in, come in," A female voice encouraged, a cup of tea in her hand, "Welcome to Madam Snelling's Tress Emporium! I'm sure I've no need to introduce myself. They used to call me Snelly. 'Oh, Snelly, why aren't you studying to be an Auror?' But I showed them! They're stuck in the dust at the Ministry and I'm here thriving. Absolutely thriving! But look at you! Look-at-you! I can certainly see why you paid me a visit. Looking for a change, are we?"

"Oh, no. I was just exploring around Hogsmeade," Ryann tried to assure.

Though, the idea was tempting. Ryann kept her hair long because of her mother's insistence. "A woman's crown is her hair."

"Are you sure?" Madam Snelling asked, "Some are going for that Muggle with consumption sort of Death becomes me allure. No poisons or phony elixirs needed when you have magic. Why don't you spend a moment choosing how you'd like to look. You can change your hair, too, if you'd like."

"I'm meeting a friend shortly, so I'm afraid I haven't the time right now," Ryann started to reason.

"But I can see you're considering something. Very well, then. Come back on another day when you do have the time and I will gladly see to you myself."

Ryann gave a polite bow of the head before heading back out the door, though the offer to have her hair cut how she wanted it was certainly taking hold in the back of her mind.

Chapter 20: Trolls in the Village

"Sebastian!" Ryann called before approaching her fellow student, "I have officially gotten all of my supplies. Did you get what you needed for your sister?"

"I did," Sebastian confirmed, "So, I suppose the world is our oyster now. Let's see what else we can get up to."

Ryann let out a laugh, "I don't fancy on getting in trouble on my first day of classes.

Before Sebastian could say anything more, a loud, guttural roar bellowed out and caught the attention of the teens.

A large creature with two toes on each foot, four fingers on each hand, and a relatively small, bald head barrelled into the village circle, metal armor that was glowing a dull red adorning its neck, chest, shoulders, and forearms.

The creature bashed its club down in front of a few people, just missing their toes.

"What is that thing?" Ryann asked while drawing her wand.

"It's a troll. But I don't know why it's here," Sebastian said, recoiling alongside Ryann.

A woman in a black overcoat and top hat spoke up, her voice level and commanding, "Draw it away from the buildings! Away from the village!"

The two adults that were by here did just that, sending basic casts at the troll to draw its attention before leading it away from the village circle.

Things were calm for only a moment before a second troll came barreling through a building into the village circle. Its sights quickly locked onto Ryann, and they had to roll out of the way of the rush attack from the troll.

"Ryann!" Sebastian yelled, his own wand drawn as he threw a few spells at the troll, "Confringo!"

Ryann quickly got back onto their feet before laying in a few basic casts as well, adding the occasional stupefy to see if it had any effect, which it hardly seemed to be.

"Are we weakening him at all?" Ryann asked.

"Keep at it! We'll wear him down eventually," Sebastian called, "Look out!"

Ryann rolled out of the way once more.

Why was the troll targeting her?

Without really knowing how or why, Ryann reached for a crate with their wand, using their magic to grab and throw it into the troll.

"What was that?" Sebastian asked.

"A taste of its own medicine, I think," Ryann huffed before going to grab a stray barrel with their magic, throwing it like they had the crate.

"A few more hits like that might get him worn down," Sebastian suggested before throwing another spell at the troll.

These spells alone aren't working. The crate and barrel seemed to do more. I need to hit this troll with something hard, Ryann thought to themself.

Like with reaching for the crate and the barrel, Ryann couldn't really explain how she knew what to try and do. The tip of her wand started to glow in an orb, but she felt the need to cup the end of the wand slightly. Ryann gave the troll one more look before throwing the force of magic forward with her wand. 

The magic came into contact with the Troll's chest, glowing purple for a moment before it seemed to almost disintegrate, not even leaving its armor behind.

"Whoa. What did you do?" Sebastian asked, approaching Ryann with some slightly heavy breathing.

"I don't really know," Ryann said, her own breathing slightly panted, "But whatever it was did the trick. Troll's gone."

The woman who'd given the order to lure the first troll away returned to the village circle before approaching Sebastian and Ryann.

"Goodness! A second troll?" The woman asked, "Did you two take on a fully-grown troll, by yourselves?"

"I suppose so. It's all a bit of a blur to be honest," Ryann admitted.

"Merlin's beard. Are you alright?"

"We both are," Ryann assured, looking over at Sebastian for a moment, "And we were glad to help."

"I'd say 'help' is a bit of an understatement. Nerve like that? The makings of an Auror, if you ask me," The woman remarked, "If you are unharmed, perhaps the two of you wouldn't mind in helping me put a few things back to where they were."

"Of course, Officer," Ryann ventured.

The woman's attire, while unique for both a woman and a wizard, did remind Ryann of the bobbies she saw around London. And her mention of Aurors, the wizarding version of the police, was a hint as well.

"Singer. Officer Singer," The woman supplied, "And thank you. Again."

As Officer Singer started back towards where the first troll was presumably left while Ryann and Sebastian started to use Reparo around the village circle.

"Hello there! A moment if you would," A male voice called.

"I'll go and see what he wants," Sebastian said before going to jog over to the man whom had stepped out of one of the shops.

Ryann went about the village circle, repairing a few more things that the trolls had damaged before going to the shop that Sebastian and the shopkeeper had gone back into; Gladrags.

"Ah, there you are. Mr. Hill here was just singing your praises," Sebastian commented.

"Hello, sir. I don't believe we've met," Ryann said as she entered the shop to find Sebastian and the shopkeep inside.

"Allow me to introduce myself: Augustus Hill, clothier extraordinaire," The shopkeeper introduced, "I should like to thank you for your remarkable bravery in fighting those trolls. Not to mention your help restoring Hogsmeade to its rightful state."

"It was nothing," Ryann tried to assure, "I was happy to help."

"Frankly, you deserve an Order of Merlin! But, I can offer you something much more useful. I own Gladrags Wizardwear here and among my inventory are some unique items that afford certain, protections as it were. Life-saving protections. And as I suspect this won't be your last dangerous encounter, I'd like to give you one such set of robes; in thanks for what you did today."

"Thank you, Mr. Hill. That's very generous of you," Ryann thanked.

"It's the least I can do. Now, let's try this on for size, shall we?" Mr. Hill said before stepping around the counter with a robe for Ryann to try.

Since she'd taken her original robe off at the castle, as she was not yet used to wearing a cloak for extended periods, she only needed to slip on the robe that Mr. Hill was offering.

"It fits well," Ryann said before shooting a quick glance to Sebastian and asking in a softer voice, "Might I be able to purchase a pair of uniform trousers as well?"

"Why, of course. Let me just check your measurements and I can get you a few pairs right away," Mr. Hill said whilst waving his wand for a tape measure to wind itself around Ryann's hips.

Chapter 21: Trouble in Three Broomsticks

"If I haven't said it before, it's a pleasure doing business with you," Mr. Hill said after he finished ringing Ryann out for their new uniform trousers.

"Well, I'd say we've earned a Butterbeer or two, wouldn't you?" Sebastian asked, "Might help me forget that I was almost pulverized by a troll."

"I'd say I agree with you," Ryann chuckled after adjusting the waistcoat for their new uniform.

"Perfect. The Three Broomsticks is just this way," Sebastian said, gesturing for the door.

Ryann gave a soft laugh as she followed Sebastian, "Sorry I made you wait so long for me."

"Don't worry about it," Sebastian assured as the pair were back outside.

As they were walking, however, Ryann couldn't help but notice a few people gathering in a hushed manner behind the Three Broomsticks Inn. Ryann also couldn't help her curiosity and moved to eavesdrop.

"You said you could get the child when they came to Hogsmeade," Ranrok grumbled, "That all you needed was a distraction. I gave you a distraction!"

"I just watched a student take down your 'distraction'," A man countered, "Who is this girl? What are you not telling me?"

"All you need to know is that if you cannot get to the child, then you have no value to me."

Ryann watched Ranrok shift so he was looking over the man's shoulder; right at her and Sebastian.

"Let's go," Ryann said quickly before dipping around the corner and making towards the other side of the Three Broomsticks.

"Did they see us?" Sebastian asked.

"I don't know, but I don't think so," Ryann said, slowing to a stop as she tried to process what she was seeing.

"What was that goblin doing with Victor Rookwood?" Sebastian asked rhetorically.

"Ranrok is working with Rookwood?" 

To Ryann, it didn't make sense. The Goblin Rebellion, according to the papers, was against wizards. Even if Rookwood was an unsavory fellow.

"The goblin from the Daily Prophet? I knew I'd seen him somewhere," Sebastian remarked.

Ryann looked back over her shoulder to see Rookwood and another man coming out of the passage they'd been in with Ranrok.

"Quickly. Let's get inside the Three Broomsticks," Sebastian urged before putting a hand behind Ryann's shoulder to guide them into the inn.

As the teens practically barged in through the large main doors of the Three Broomsticks, Ryann noticed that a woman wearing an apron apparently finishing a conversation with a goblin, whom she exchanged a look with as they passed each other.

"Now, what can I get-," The woman said as she moved behind the bar counter as Ryann and Sebastian took seats at said bar, "Oh, there's a face I haven't seen before."

"I-it's my first time here," Ryann said, turning in her seat to face the bar more than Sebastian.

"Welcome. Butterbeers on me, then," The woman said before waving her wand, allowing to tankards to float of the shelf and in front of the large keg which contained said butterbeer, "Heard about the attack. I shall be looking in on the other shopkeepers and residents shortly. Glad to see you two escaped injury."

"Thanks to this one," Sebastian said as he accepted a tankard, holding it up in a cheers gesture, "Single-handedly took down a troll."

"Is that right? Well done," The woman said as she gave Ryann her tankard.

"Thank you for this," Ryann gratefully accepted.

"I will say though," The woman paused, "Trolls in Hogsmeade? That's never happened before," She paused again, "Something's not right. The only brutes we have to deal with are-."

Before she could finish the comment, the front doors to the inn bursted open once more. Ryann turned to see Rookwood and another man, likely the Theophilus Harlow that Professor Weasley had mentioned.

"Hmph. How timely," The woman remarked before rounding the bar towards the men.

"Was that Lodgok I saw leaving just now?" Rookwood asked, "Your clientele's not what it used to be, Sirona"

"Not to worry, Victor. Once the two of you leave, the calibre of my clientele will greatly improve," Sirona remarked.

Ryann noticed Harlow start to reach behind him, but Sirona said something before he could finish the movement.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Theophilus," Sirona said plainly.

"Come now. No need for theatrics," Rookwood said, holding a hand up in front of Harlow, before then pointing to Ryann, "I'm only here for this one, anyway."

"You're not touching my sister," Joey said, running over to Ryann from where he had presumably been sitting elsewhere in the inn.

"Joey," Ryann breathed softly.

"My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer," Sirona said as Ryann and Sebastian also rose to their feet.

"I only want a quick word," Rookwood tried to dismiss while taking a step closer to Ryann.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," Sirona said more sternly as other witches and wizards, including the three students, drew their wands against Rookwood, "I said my friend is busy."

Rookwood took a moment to observe how the situation had shifted, "One would think you'd all had enough bloodshed for one day."

No one yielded.

"Come, Theophilus. The Three Broomsticks isn't what it used to be. Let's take our Galleons elsewhere," Rookwood said before relenting and turning to leave the inn, but keeping an eye on Ryann, "Can't drink butterbeer forever."

Once the two men left, Joey was quickly grabbing at his sister's upper arms.

"You okay?" Joey asked.

"Y-yeah," Ryann nodded while letting out a slightly shaky breath.

"Seems you've made an unfortunate enemy," Sirona said, approaching the twins, "Watch your back. Rookwood and Harlow are worse than any troll you might encounter."

"Trolls, Ranrok, and Rookwood? What are you not telling me?" Sebastian asked, loosely crossing his arms.

"This is more than what you said yesterday, Ryann," Joey added.

"I promise I'll tell you both everything, but it's perhaps best I do that later," Ryann said, looking around the inn a little bit.

"Right. Well, on that note, I think we should all head back to the castle," Sebastian said, "Certainly glad Sirona was there. Told you she was one of the good ones."

"I can see that. She didn't seem at all intimidated by Rookwood and Harlow."

"I think you'll need to tell me why Victor Rookwood has you in his sights," Joey pressed, "But we can talk later. For the moment, we should all get back to the castle."

"Right," Sebastian sighed, "Professor Weasley's certain to hear about the troll attack soon if she hasn't already. Don't want to risk another detention for getting back after hours."

Chapter 22: Looking into a Locket

The next morning, Ryann's morning was rather calm, getting ready for the day with the girls whom she shared a room with. Once she'd gotten dressed in her new uniform, Ryann was about to leave when Echo swooped into the room with a letter in his beak.

The letter had Ryann's name written in clean handwriting and the note within only had two lines.

Come and see me. I've discovered something in the locket we found in Gringotts.

The letter didn't need to be signed to knew that it came from Professor Fig. Ryann took out her Field Guide, using it to guide her way to Professor Fig's classroom since she'd had yet to go to the Magical Theory Classroom.

After reaching the classroom, Ryann made her way towards the back where a door was raised partially up a level; Professor Fig's office. She gave a few knocks on the door to the office before testing to see if it was unlocked, which it was.

"Professor?" Ryann asked, poking her head into the office.

"Come in," Professor Fig answered.

"I'm glad to see you, Professor," Ryann greeted after closing the door behind her.

"And I you, Ryann," Professor Fig returned, turning to face the student, "Thank Merlin you're in one piece. I heard about the attack. Trolls, in Hogsmeade?"

"Sir, the trolls were wearing armour. It had the same dark red glow as the dragon's collar, the goblin guard's armband, and Ranrok's own armour."

"Goblin silver. Ranrok used it to control the dragon. But how? And why send trolls to-?"

"They were there because of me," Ryann sadly admitted, "I overheard Ranrok talking with Victor Rookwood."

"Ranrok was in Hogsmeade? With Rookwood?" Professor Fig asked in a stunned voice.

"The trolls were Ranrok's distraction so that Rookwood could get to me. And he would have, had Sirona, Joey, and the other patrons at the Three Broomsticks not intervened."

"This is grave news, indeed. If Ranrok's goblins and Dark wizards are both after you, they must want what we found in the vault."

"Speaking of the vault, do you think Ranrok is working with any of the goblins at Gringotts?"

"I do not. Gringotts goblins aren't typically the friendliest of beings, but they have a great deal of integrity. No, I daresay after what happened to that poor banker, the goblins at Gringotts are no followers of Ranrok."

"Okay. So, Ranrok and Rookwood are after the locket," Ryann noted, "You said you discovered something in it?"

"Yes, yes," Professor Fig said, getting back on track to their needed conversation, "I discovered an inscription. When I read it aloud, this map appeared," Professor Fig gestured to the map that was spread across the center of his desk, "Clever enchantment. It's a map of Hogwarts, to be sure, but I do not know where it leads."

Ryann leaned forward onto the desk slightly, studying the map. She could see a shimmer on the map, and pulled out her field guide to consult on the map, as she was not yet well versed in the layout of Hogwarts.

"It's indicating the library," Ryann said before leaning forward a little more, "I think the Restricted Section, to be precise. Perhaps a bit beyond. I can see traces of magic there on the map."

While it had been brief while she was wrangling books for Cressida, Ryann couldn't forget the barred section of the library towards the front.

"I suspected you would see something," Professor Fig commented.

"Shall we go, then?" Ryann asked.

If a professor was with her, she didn't see why she wouldn't be allowed to follow him into the Restricted section.

"If our experience at Gringotts, let alone what happened to Miriam, taught me anything, it's that the path we're on is terribly dangerous. So, I'd like you to work with Professor Hecat a bit, before we continue," Professor Fig requested.

"But I handled a fully-grown troll in Hogsmeade," Ryann tried to point out.

"A troll and a trained dark wizard are two grealty different beasts. And I would be remiss if I didn't make sure you could handle yourself against another wizard before we go any further in this endeavor."

"But, sir, how dangerous could the library on Hogwarts grounds be? Perhaps we're only after a book."

"Perhaps we are only after a book. But we should be prepared for anything. Once you've honed your defensive magic further, come and see me. I'll let Professor Hecat know to expect you. So, see her between your lessons today."

---

It was around midday when Ryann found their chance to stop by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Professor Hecat?" Ryann asked as they entered the classroom.

"Ah, Ms. Moore. I believe we have some matters to discuss," Professor Hecat greeted as she motioned for Ryann to come further into the classroom.

"Yes, I wanted to do more spellcasting, if you're willing," Ryann said as she approached the professor.

"Yes. Professor Fig indicated a certain urgency to you completing your defensive magic assignments. As such, I am going to teach you Incendio; the Fire-Making spell. Handy for lighting torches, burning away spider webs, and, when necessary, defending against those who would wish to do us harm."

"Sounds quite versatile."

"Quite. But before we get started, I'd like you to completed a few tasks."

"Right, Professor Ronen said that I should expect as much with my extra lessons."

"Even so, it may surprise you to hear that I want you to duel against your peers. Astonishing how much students don't think their professors know," Professor Hecat all but snickered.

Sebastian mentioned a dueling club, Ryann recalled, Seems Crossed Wands isn't as secret as it's believed to be.

"When you're finished, come and see me. Then we shall begin working on Incendio."

Ryann gave a small nod to Professor Hecat before turning to leave the classroom, pulling out them map in her field guide as she went.

"Sebastian said to look for Lucan Brattleby near the Clock Tower Entrance," Ryann said to herself as she found the Clocktower on her map, "Of course it's out of the way from the classes."

Chapter 23: Crossed Wands

"Glad you could make it," Sebastian said as Ryann came into the entrance and pseudo-courtyard of the Clocktower.

"Wait, you invited Ryann to Crossed Wands?" Joey asked, lightly knocking Sebastian's arm, "She's only had a wand to use magic for two months, Sebastian!"

"And yet she beat me in a duel in class," Sebastian pointed out.

"Are you part of Crossed Wands, Joey?" Ryann asked.

"Not really, no. I just referee the matches and help Lucan with the administrative things," Joey explained, "Why? You trying to join?"

"I am. There's no better practice within the castle walls far as I know."

"She's not wrong about that," Sebastian snickered, "Lucan's just over that way."

Ryann looked to where Sebastian had pointed before approaching the young Gryffindor boy.

"Can I help you?" Lucan asked.

"I'm Ryann Moore," Ryann introduced, "Sebastian told me to see you about a club."

"If Sebastian vouches for you, that's all I need to know.

"I coordinate duels for Crossed Wands, a duelling club of sorts. It's invitation only, so you must've really impressed Sebastian."

"I'm flattered to hear that. Sebastian's not a bad duellist either. I seem to have a real knack for duelling."

Dealing with real life-or-death fights already certainly helped with that, Ryann thought to herself.

"Then you've come to the right place," Lucan said with a small smile, "I imagine it'd be quite something to see the two of you duel."

"So, how does Cross Wands work, exactly?" Ryann asked.

"You show up, I match you with other duellists, and whoever is still standing in the end wins," Lucan said before slightly mulling his head to the side, "So long as you didn't do anything illegal per our referee; no aiming for the face, no injuring your opponent, usual things.

"It's our way of determining the school's greatest duellist once and for all. And, to liven things up, the winner is awarded a prize. Interested?"

"Of course. I would love an excuse to get to use magic more," Ryann said almost gleefully.

"I agree. Besides, in Crossed Wands you can duel with a partner if you like. Your first time I'll pair you with Sebastian. Next time, you'll need to bring a partner along or duel alone. So, care to step into the ring?"

"Get me in the ring," Ryann said with a bright smile, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.

"Joey! Ready to referee a duel?" Lucan called, looking to the male Moore.

"Sure. Who is it?" Joey asked, coming around the gate he and Sebastian had been leaning against.

"Ryann Moore here and Sebastian versus Astoria and Lawrence," Lucan said with a firm nod of the head.

"Right. Well, ready to go, Sebastian?" Joey asked over his shoulder.

"Let's get to it," Sebastian said with a smirk before nodding to one side of the pseudo-courtyard for Ryann to follow him.

"Astoria, Lawrence, you two are up," Joey called to the gathered students.

When the four duellers were set, Joey started to go through his spiel as the referee,

"As should be obvious, no use of the Forbidden Curses if you know them for some ungodly reason. No aiming for the face, no causing bodily harm beyond some mild bruising. So, no Confringo, Sebastian. If your opponent needs to go the hospital wing, you put the secrecy of Crossed Wands at risk. Most everything else is free game. Your partner does not need to stay on their feet in order for you to win, so long as one of you is still standing in the end. Any questions?"

Ryann shook her head "no," but did grip her wand a little tighter in slight anxiety.

"Right then. Wands at the ready," Joey said before moving a few paces back.

"We're going to make you regret signing up, new girl," Astoria trash talked.

"Duel!" Joey called, letting out a basic cast that struck the floor between the four as their official signal.

Things quickly fell into a flurry with both Astoria and Lawrence targeting Ryann from the start. While she was able to block Lawrence, Astoria would've landed a spell against her if Sebastian hadn't intervened.

While Ryann only knew a few spells that could be used in a duel, she kept herself in check from hurling any crates at her opponents. Since Sebastian had been stunned when she'd performed such a feat in Hogsmeade, she figured that it was not common to be done. Plus, a wooden crate being thrown at you would surely batter you up a bit.

Her attention was first on getting Lawrence knocked down and out. It was better to get one opponent out quickly than to try and equally work them down. And, Sebastian was there to help as well; she wasn't facing this duel alone.

A slew of spells and basic casts later, both Lawrence and Astoria were both out for the match, which Joey called,

"This match goes to Moore and Sallow."

Being the kind sport that she was, Ryann did offer a hand to both Astoria and Lawrence to help them back on their feet. Both begrudgingly accepted the gesture.

"Nice work!" Lucan praised, "Sebastian wasn't wrong about you. There's strong competition ahead, but keep this up and you could be the next school champion."

"Sounds like a good challenge, then. Be sure to count me in for the next match," Ryann said with a slightly winded voice.

"I shall. In fact, the second duel is ready when you are."

"Sounds brilliant. Just a moment and I shall be set."

"Wonderful. Will you be dueling with a partner?"

Ryann looked over her shoulder at Joey and Sebastian before calling, "Sebastian. Ready for another round?"

"Always," Sebastian said with a smirk that quickly came to his face.

"I'll be duelling with Sebastian again, then," Ryann said as she looked back to Lucan.

"Alright. Joey, next round! Ryann and Sebastian against Constance, Hector, and Nerida," Lucan said over Ryann's shoulder.

Even with the two facing off against three, Sebastian and Ryann managed to find themselves falling into a rhythm. Ryann would stun opponents for Sebastian to start casting against before focusing on throwing out as many basic casts as she could. Levioso and Accio only disoriented their opponents. 

And while it took a little longer, and a bit more effort than the last round, Ryann and Sebastian were the victors once again

"I know I said this yesterday but, who are you and what happened to my sister who couldn't cast any spells two months ago?" Joey asked with a chuckle as he approached his sister and his friend.

"It seems I have quite the knack for spellcasting," Ryann said with a laugh as she caught her breath.

"I didn't lie when I said she beat me in a duel," Sebastian pointed out with a snicker, his own voice sounding a touch winded.

---

It was after dinner when Ryann was able to return to Professor Hecat's classroom.

"Professor Hecat?" Ryann asked before walking into the empty classroom.

"Ah, Miss Moore. I trust Mister Brattleby was able to accommodate you and that you found success in your, endeavors?" Professor Hecate asked.

"Yes, on both accounts," Ryann said with a slight nod of the head.

"Glad to hear it. Then you should be ready to learn Incendio."

"'Should be', Professor?"

"Yes. I'm sorry to say, I've visited enough careless colleagues at St. Mungo's to assure you that fire is a fickle servant."

"I suppose so. Father has warned my brother and I about how easily he and our Uncle could get burnt, even with a small flame," Ryann pointed out.

"Indeed. Your spellcasting has impressed me thus far, but please maintain focus. I would rather we not end today's lesson with your robes aflame," Professor Hecat said before starting to show Ryann the motions for the spell.

After spending several minutes reciting the incantation and practicing the wand gesture, Professor Hecat put Ryann in front of the wooden training dummy.

"Incendio," Ryann said clearly before flames briefly erupted from the end of their wand.

"Setting things ablaze is certainly cathartic, isn't it?" Professor Hecat snickered.

Chapter 24: Roundabout Route

While Ryann didn't like the idea of waiting any further, she knew that the library would've been closed for the day before she and Professor Fig would've been able to get there. So, first thing the following morning, Ryann was knocking at the door for Professor Fig's office once more.

"Ah, there you are," Professor Fig greeted.

"Hello, sir. You'll be pleased to know that I worked on my defensive magic with Professor Hecat," Ryann said with a warm smile.

"So I hear. She tells me you've taken rather well to your new wand. You must continue your work with her, and your other professors, to improve your skills. That said, I don't with to postpone our visit to the library any longer. So shall we proceed?" Professor Fig asked before starting to come around from behind his desk.

The two did not make it very far, however, as Professor Black practically barged into the room.

"Fig. I have work for you. Come," Professor Black said bluntly.

"Headmaster, I'm with a student, and my schedule is-," Professor Fig started to protest.

"Your schedule will wait, indefinitely, as will your student. I would think that after all the trouble you caused me with Osric you would be eager to make amends. My office. Five minutes."

With that, Professor Black turned tail and left Professor Fig's office.

"That man is exasperating," Professor Fig grumbled, "Unfortunately, our trip to the Restricted Section will have to wait a bit longer."

"But Professor-," Ryann tried to protest.

"We have no choice. It would be unwise to provoke our 'illustrious' headmaster further. I shall find you when I've completed whatever 'toils' I must endure."

Ryann let out a heavy sigh but didn't press the matter further in that moment. However, once she was out of earshot of Professor Fig, she started to think aloud.

"Time isn't on our side. If I remember correctly, Sebastian mentioned sneaking into the Restricted Section," Ryann murmured, "Perhaps he'll have an idea."

However, it took Ryann until midday to find Sebastian in the Castle.

"Sebastian. There you are," Ryann said as she approached him and Joey.

"There you are. You promised the two of us an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks. Not many students have Victor Rookwood's attention. What was that all about?" Sebastian asked.

Ryann looked around before drawing a deep breath through her nose.

"Seems he's working with Ranrok. And Ranrok's after something I found at Gringotts."

"Ranrok? And when were you at Gringotts?" Sebastian asked.

"After that dragon attacked her carriage," Joey elaborated, recalling that much from what Ryann had told him before.

"How?"

"Professor Fig had this portkey-," Ryann started to recall.

"A portkey? To Gringotts? I'm not sure I follow."

"I barely follow myself, and I was there. Anyway, we ended up in an ancient vault where we found a map."

"Wait, I thought you found a locket in that fault," Joey pointed out.

"Well, we did. But the locket had an enchantment that showed us a map," Ryann clarified, "And that map leads to the Restricted Section of the library."

"You can't be serious," Sebastian chimed in.

"I'm afraid I am. Professor Fig insisted that I not tell a soul the exact details. I could only tell Joey them sparingly. I've probably said too much at this point but it's quickly becoming bigger than either of us thought it was," Ryann admitted.

"Understood. Your secret's safe with me," Sebastian said before giving a smug look, "Whatever it is."

"And you know you can trust me. We're twins after all," Joey added.

"Thank you, you two," Ryann said before getting back to the reason she had been looking for Sebastian, "Sebastian, you mentioned being 'clever enough not to get caught' in the Restricted Section."

Rather than say anything, Sebastian looked at Joey, loosely crossing his arms with a smirk.

Joey rolled his eyes before going on rather sarcastically, "Oh, I wonder where Ominis went."

And at that, Joey started to walk away, leaving Sebastian and Ryann.

"And I am," Sebastian finally said, "Meet me outside the Library tonight. And, tell no one."

"Naturally," Ryann said with a small nod, "How concerned should I be about the librarian?"

"Madam Scribner doesn't take kindly to clandestine activities taking place amongst her precious books, so do all that you can to avoid her. She and I have had our entanglements, but I can hold my own against her. You may not be so lucky."

"What will happen if we're caught in the Restricted Section?"

"Detention, no doubt. But a word of caution or two will help. For one, avoid Peeves the poltergeist. Aside from wanton destruction of property, he loves nothing more than telling on the likes of us."

"Understood. I'll meet you later, then, Sebastian."

---

It was evening, and Ryann had already snuck out of her common room to meet Sebastian at the stairs that overlooked Central Hall, and the entrance to the library. She was even sure to be wearing her cloak, which she was still working on getting used to wearing for extended periods of time.

"See there?" Sebastian asked while pointing to the set of doors under the large dragon mural, "That's the door we need to reach."

The one he was pointing to in particular was the left door, but there were three students in the area.

"And those annoying prefects would love nothing more than to rat on us to Scribner, so don't let them see us. Understood?" Sebastian continued.

"Got it. I can be sneaky," Ryann said before turning to start down the stairs, "Let's go."

Ryann had only just thrown up her hood when she felt someone grab the back of her robe.

"Hold on now," Sebastian said, having been the one to grab the back of Ryann's robes, "There's a spell you should know; the Disillusionment Charm. Good for getting places you're not supposed to be. Cast it, and you'll appear as little more than a trick of the light. Just as long as you keep your distance and stay quiet."

"You mean, I'll actually be able to turn invisible?" Ryann asked, stunned by the concept.

"Something like that. It's not as foolproof as a cloak, but those are expensive. And spells, spells are free," Sebastian said before getting out his wand, "You'll need to wave your wand in a spiral over your body, like so."

Sebastian then demonstrated the spell.

"And the incantation?" Ryann asked.

"Not every spell needs one. For some magic, it's just the gesture and intent," Sebastian elaborated.

Ryann supposed he wasn't wrong, as the basic cast didn't require an incantation either.

Drawing a deep breath, Ryann moved her wand in the same gesture, thinking of melting into the background.

"Brilliant," Sebastian praised in a soft voice before casting the spell on himself, "Let's go."

Chapter 25: Trick of the Light

"Blast. The librarian's still here," Sebastian said in a hoarse whisper behind Ryann, "Quick, behind the bookcase."

Ryann wasn't exactly sure which bookcase Sebastian was referring to, but ducked behind the nearest one that was out of the way of Madam Scribner. Tucked into the shadows, Ryann lifted the Disillusionment charm and looked for Sebastian.

"Damn," Sebastian softly hissed as he raised the charm on himself as well.

"You told me the librarian would be gone by now," Ryann softly scolded, her voice just above a whisper.

"I said 'usually', but it'll still be alright. Do you see her desk behind me?"

Ryann looked over Sebastian's shoulder, confirmed a desk, and gave a small nod.

"The key is in the drawer of that desk. Now, here's what we're going to do. I'll create a distraction to draw her away. You focus on getting the key. I'll meet you outside the Restricted Section."

"You distract; I get the key. Understood," Ryann reiterated.

"I said I'd get you in, and I always keep my word. Trust me," Sebastian said before casting the Disillusionment charm on himself once more.

Ryann followed suit and tucked herself away, watching Madam Scribner carefully from a distance.

A sound akin to a blast rang out from the far side of the library, catching Madam Scribner's attention.

"Peeves? Is that you?" She asked before moving to investigate the sound.

Ryann moved quickly, getting behind the desk. While there were many drawers on the desk, she figured the key would be kept in a drawer with easy access; the main drawer at the center of the desk under the writing surface. Reaching inside, Ryann found a larger sized key that felt to be of cast iron and looked similar to a classic skeleton key.

Nothing fancy but one that got the job done.

Ryann then slipped back out from behind Madam Scribner's desk, hugging one of the half-sized bookcases as the librarian walked past. As she passed her, Ryann made to move quickly to the gates that barred the Restricted Section from the rest of the library.

"I think I got the key," Ryann said as she lifted the Disillusionment charm from herself, but remained squatted to keep partially out of sight.

"That's the one," Sebastian confirmed after having lifted the Disillusionment charm from himself.

Quietly, Ryann unlocked the padlock that was on the doors, being gentle as to keep the noise down in the silent library. She moved the lock off enough to be able to open the doors, but left the lock half-hanging so that it would be easy to relock it afterwards.

The two teens then placed the Disillusionment charm back on themselves before venturing into the Restricted Section.

Since the map suggested "beyond" the Restricted Section, Ryann made her way towards the staircase that was in the back.

After going down on level, Sebastian's voice could be heard giving a soft warning,

"Ghost. Don't let her see you."

While Ryann had met the Fat Friar in the Hufflepuff Common Room, the idea of ghosts being such a norm in the Wizarding World was one of the many concepts she was still getting used to after having spent fifteen years in the Muggle World.

Since the ghost was "standing" right where the teens needed to go in order to get further into the area, Ryann's gaze flit to a suit of armor that was set on a stand. While she didn't want to strike the suit exactly, the gate behind it would surely resonate enough if it was struck with the basic cast, wouldn't it?

Hoping her theory would be correct, Ryann did just that, hearing the soft rattle from the spell impacting on the gate.

And it seemed to be just enough to draw the ghost's attention.

The two slipped past the first ghost but came across another. Ryann was about to throw out another basic cast, but she seemed to move away enough for the pair of them to get to the stairs that were just behind her.

Once they'd gotten past the landing and down to the second level down, Sebastian spoke up in a more normal tone of voice,

"Should be in the clear now. No need for us to be skulking about."

The teens both raised the Disillusionment charms.

"So, what is it you've been looking for so much that you've resorted to the Restricted Section of the library?" Ryann asked while lowering the hood of her cloak.

"I'm looking for a cure to help Anne so she can return to Hogwarts, because Merlin knows everyone else has given up," Sebastian started to explain as the two of them moved further into the lower level.

"Why do you think you'll find a cure in the Restricted Section? Does the Hogwarts matron have nothing that can help Anne?"

"No. We've tried everyone from Nurse Blainey to St. Mungo's. But, I can research on my own. No need to concern yourself with that right now," Sebastian said before sidling up beside Ryann, "Let's focus on what you're after. I mean, you've only been at Hogwarts three days and already feel the need to get into the Restricted Section. So what is it that you're after?"

"Let's just say, I'll know it when I see it," Ryann said, not really able to elaborate more than that.

"You're being awfully cryptic."

"Sorry, but I only had a location to go off of. That's all I can really say right now about it."

The two teens continued further into the Restricted Section, reaching an area that seemed more like storage than part of a library. And the distinct clattering of metal could be heard. Ryann quickly found what the source of said noise was; a fallen and dismantled suit of armor.

However, before she could examine it any further, a being popped out from the mess.

More tangible than the ghosts, but still more translucent than a human; and they were floating through the air.

Peeves.

"Who have we here?" Peeves asked in a sing-song, teasing tone, "Sebastian Sallow and his new little friend, out exploring where they shouldn't be! Naughty naughty, you'll get caughty!"

"Peeves, don't you-!" Sebastian started.

He was, however, promptly ignored by the Poltergeist.

"I'm going to tell!" Peeves chanted in his same sing-song tone, "I'm going to tell! I'm going to tell!"

"Blasted Peeves. I've got to stop him, or at least get to the librarian first with a good excuse for all of this," Sebastian huffed.

"Wait, I don't want you getting into trouble because of me," Ryann tried to stop Sebastian.

"I have a way with the faculty when it comes to disciplinary matters. Besides," Sebastian paused, looking towards the door they'd just come from, "I like having friends who are in my debt. And, I promised Joey that I would keep you out of trouble as much as I could. He doesn't like to hear about the how or why, but he knows you were asking about me getting into the Restricted Section for a reason. Now, go. Good luck in your search.

"Now, where has that damned poltergeist got to?" Sebastian asked more to himself before casting the Disillusionment Charm on himself and retreating back towards the upper levels.

Chapter 26: Reading Between the Lines

"Right, suppose I should fix this armour first," Ryann said, drawing her wand before casting, "Reparo."

The armor the Peeves had knocked down swiftly floated back onto its mounting on the wall and over the doorway that was ahead of Ryann.

As she proceeded under the repaired armour, a spiral downcase was on her immediate right, which Ryann proceeded down. The staircase emptied to a dark, slightly decrepit room.

"Lumos," Ryann chanted, illuminating the end of their wand so they could see.

In the center of the room was a lone archway that looked in the same style as those that had been in the Gringotts vault. As Ryann took a few steps around the room, following the broken railings around the center of the room, small wisps of magic started to shimmer from underfoot and leading towards where the railing opened up.

"Of course. Traces of ancient magic," Ryann murmured to themself with a sideways smile, "There must be more to this room than meets the eye."

Ryann followed the wisps before reaching a small pool of light on the floor. Facing the lone archway, Ryann pulled the magic from the pool on the floor into the air.

The room burst to life, becoming well lit. The archway, rather than still being able to see through the arch to the other side of the room, a new staircase was visible through the archway.

Stepping carefully, Ryann descended yet another spiral staircase, torches lighting themselves as she went. As she approached the marble-esque door, Ryann drew a steadying breath before pressing onward. The heavy door revealed a long corridor, separated with rooms between the arches. As Ryann stepped into the first room past the heavy doors, she noticed a significant span and drop between the platform she was on and the one ahead of her.

Thinking back to when she was in the Scottish Highlands with Professor Fig, Ryann wondered if there was a collapsed bridge she had to rebuild.

"Reparo," Ryann chanted, waving her wand over the expanse.

However, nothing happened.

"This must be the way forward. But, how do I get over there?" Ryann asked herself.

Looking across as the waiting archway, Ryann noticed a circular carving that was near the point of the arch. And the lines in the carving seemed to be rather deep for a simple relief carving.

"Surely not," Ryann muttered to herself before raising her wand and sending a basic cast to the carving.

She watched the spell make impact, then started to hear the rumble of shifting stone. At first, Ryann was worried that the room was about to cave in on her. However, a platform raised to allow Ryann to cross the expanse to proceed forward.

The second space had a blocked door, and a few of the stone knights crouched in waiting.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that there are more stone guards," Ryann said as she held her wand poised to strike.

While Ryann was able to take care of the first two knights, a third one got the drop on her, throwing her forward for a moment. It took Ryann a few moments to recover, regripping her wand before turning quickly to strike basic casts at the third, and soon fourth knight.

"They were a bit more willing to fight than the ones a Gringotts," Ryann murmured, "I can't let myself get caught off guard like that again."

There were no second tries and she didn't have any backup this time.

The doors opened upon the defeat of the fourth stone knight, and even from just a glance into the next space, Ryann could see two more guards crouched at the ready.

She drew a deep breath before stepping in, watching the two guards rise from their posts. And with her slightly throbbing knee serving as a reminder, Ryann was much more aware of what the two guards were doing, dealing with them swiftly. Ryann then saw the same carving at the far archway like before, and sent a basic cast at it to raise another platform to allow her to move forward.

There was a brief hallway with a turn and another room without any guards that Ryann had to deal with, allowing them to easily proceed further forward.

She then came to a chamber with eight stone knights crouched in waiting.

"This must be the last room. Just need to stay sharp and defeat them all to get the last door to open," Ryann said to bolster herself before stepping into the room.

LIke prior, the knights rose to their feet and started to attack the young witch, but their numbers meant that Ryann had to take more evasive actions than simply casting Protego, needing to go as far as to roll out of the way of certain strikes. She was also taking not of several large ceramic vases and pots, which she was grabbing with her magic to throw at the stone knights to try and get their numbers down quickly.

When the last knight fell, Ryann was breathing heavily as the door slowly opened.

What was sitting just beyond the threshold made Ryann let out a cynical laugh.

"It was a book after all," Ryann said before approaching the book floating above another penseive.

Once she was in front of the pensieve, Ryann reached out for the book, quickly drawing her hand back at the pages fluttered open to a section with torn out pages. A liquid them seemed to drip from the book into the pensieve before the book lowered itself for Ryann to take.

Ryann took the book in hand before looking around the room. When she saw that she was still alone, she took a careful step towards the pensieve before dipping her face into the shallow surface.

---

Percival Rackham stepped towards a small cliffe which overlooked a withering hamlet. With him were as friends and allies, Charles Rookwood, San Bakar, and Niamh Fitzgerald. The hamlet was suffering from a drought.

After a silent conversation between them, Percival stepped forward, casting a burst of magic into the sky above the hamlet. Storm clouds quickly formed and rain started to fall over the parched earth and flora.

Niamh was the next to start casting, San and Charles following suit.

Magic could be seen swirling all about the hamlet, turning the yellowed-brown greenery lush once more as the rain continued to fall.

The hamlet was revived.

The scene then shifted to an office space that seemed to be within a stone castle.

A young girl, who couldn't have been much older than Ryann, was scene approaching the four adults in said office.

"You wanted to see mee, Headmistress Fitzgerald? Professor Rackham?" The young teen asked.

"Miss Isidora Morganach. Welcome," Percival greeted.

"Professor Rookwood. Professor Bakar," Isidora greeted further.

"We understand that you are adjusting well to life at Hogwarts," Niamh started.

"I am," Isidora confirmed.

"I am glad. Especially in light of your unusual situation, starting as a fifth-year."

"As it happens, I was also admitted to Hogwarts as a fifth-year," Percival chimed in, "I've never heard of another like us."

"Miss Morganach," Charles spoke up, "When we spoke yesterday after class, you asked about the 'beautiful swirls' you saw years ago, when we visited your hamlet."

"I recognized you all immediately. I cannot thank you enough for what you did," Isidora mused.

"We were glad to help," Niamh said with a small smile.

"And, yes. I did see swirls of magic, everywhere, that day. My father insists it was my imagination running wild. But it was certainly real to me."

"It was not your imagination," Percival confirmed.

"Percival-, Professor Rackham, can see them too. But we've never known another who could."

"I don't understand. What are they?" Isidora asked.

"The whispers, or traces, that appear when a particular form of ancient magic is wielded," Percival clarified.

"Ancient magic?"

"Few are capable of wielding it," San finally spoke up, "Hogwarts itself is a stronghold of ancient magic."

"So, if I can see traces of ancient magic, does that mean that I can wield it, too?"

"With the proper training," Percival confirmed.

"But, let us not get ahead of ourselves, Miss Morganach."

"Before I can train you to wield such magic, you must first master all that Hogwarts has to offer."

"A magic this powerful can do great harm in the wrong hands," Niamh cautioned, "It must be wielded by a select few. As such, we ask that you not speak to anyone about what we have discussed here today."

---

After having seen the memory that the odd book was protecting, Ryann backtracked all the way to the library, drawing her hood over her head again as she tried to look for Sebastian while also covering her tracks.

"Sebastian?" Ryann asked in a whisper as she tried to quietly click the lock for the Restricted Section back into place.

She looked back out towards the center of the library to see Sebastian weaving away from Peeves, only to see Madam Scribner coming up behind him.

"Sneaking in the Restricted Section again!" Madam Scribner chided.

Ryann moved quietly to duck behind one of the half-sized bookshelves, peeking an eye around the corner to see what was happening while trying to remain out of sight.

"I had thought we were through with this mischief," Madam Scribner started to lecture, "Clearly detention are insufficient. I'm afraid I must take this to the Headmaster."

Ryann silently winced at this, having already become aware of how severe the man could be.

"But-," Sebastian tried to protest.

"That being said," Madam Scribner continued, dismissing the protest, "Peeves informs me that you didn't come alone tonight. If someone has coerced you, I would have you tell me."

Ryann subconsciously chewed on her lower lip, bracing for the possibility that Sebastian was going to rat her out to the librarian.

"You're a bright boy. Don't waste this," Madam Scribner warned.

"There was nobody else. I came alone," Sebastian admitted.

Ryann softly let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd started to hold.

"Oh, Sebastian," Madam Scribner tutted, "What will your uncle say?"

Peeves blew a raspberry at Sebastian before flying off, but Madam Scribner did seize Sebastian's arm and lead him from the library.

Still keeping her voice to herself, and wanting to be as thorough as she could with covering her tracks, Ryann moved to tuck the key she'd nicked early back into Madam Scribner's desk before making her own way out of the library.

Given that she wasn't even meant to be out of bed at that hour, Ryann thought it best to return to her Common Room with the spoils of her excursion to present to Professor Fig the following morning.

Chapter 27: Brewing Mischief

The following morning Ryann brought the book tucked into her robe to Professor Fig's office. When she arrived, she could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. While she knew she shouldn't her curiosity got the better of her as she silently opened the office door.

"You cannot be serious," Professor Sharp's voice rang out, "Goblins working with Rookwood? Makes no sense."

"It is, rather unorthodox, to say the least," Professor Fig admitted.

"Unorthodox? It's inconceivable. It's-."

Ryann opened the door a little further, trying to peek inside around the door.

"Ah, Fig. You have a visitor," Professor Sharp said before the door Ryann had in hand practically flew open.

"S-sorry," Ryann apologized with a slight bow of her head.

"I'll see what I can find out," Professor Sharp said to Professor Fig before turning to leave the office, giving Ryann a nod as he left, "Miss Moore."

Once Professor Sharp had closed the door behind himself, Ryann turned her attention back to Professor Fig, approaching his desk.

"Sir, I was able to search the Restricted Section while you were with Professor Black," Ryann said before reaching into her robe to produce the book she'd collected, "It was a book we were after."

"What? That's-," Professor Fig took a moment to process what had just occurred in front of him, "Wait. You accessed the Restricted Section? But how-?"

Ryann gave an expression that was anxious at best, but was conveying that her means hadn't been the most honest.

"Perhaps it's best you spare me the details," Professor Fig concluded.

"I agree, sir. That being said, this book was below the Restricted Section, just as the map was suggesting," Ryann said while handing the book over to Professor Fig.

"Now of that, I want to hear everything. But first, let's have a look," Professor Fig before accepting the book.

He set it down on his desk as he took a seat, opening the book to start to leaf through it. When he got about halfway through the pages, he let out a slightly disappointed sound.

"Oh, oh dear. Some of these pages seem to be missing," Professor Fig lamented, "It appears someone has got to the book before us," His fingers brushed over the torn roots of the pages that were missing, as if it would provide a clue to their whereabouts, "Still, I will need time to study what remains. Perhaps we can still salvage something useful, though it may take some time. I wonder why it was here. Below Hogwarts, I mean."

"I think I may know, sir. I saw two more memories where I found the book," Ryann started to recall.

"Another pensieve? Godric's heart."

"The man we saw before, Percival Rackham, was a professor here. The first memory showed him and three other professors using ancient magic to restore a hamlet from a drought."

"Miriam was right. And the second memory?"

"They were all talking to a student who starts as a fifth-year, like myself. She could see traces of magic, too."

"Why those memories? Hmm," Professor Fig brought a hand to his chin for a moment, "Perhaps this book will explain. Now, I'll have to take it with me to London. The Headmaster has insisted that I speak directly to the Minister about George's death."

"What will you tell them about Mister Osric's death?"

"I don't know how much I dare say. George tried to convince the Ministry about Ranrok, but to no avail.

"My instinct is to follow the path we are on for the moment and keep the details to ourselves until we know more; even from your brother."

Ryann hesitated for a moment, "I understand. I won't share any further details with Joey. But, I will see what I can learn about the missing pages while you're gone."

"Good. But do not neglect your studies. Your wandwork is improving by the day, but you'll want to pay attention in Herbology and Potions. There's more to magic than spellcasting."

Ah, yes. While those classes seem to be more in Joey's wheelhouse than my own, they have proven quite interesting already, Ryann thought to herself.

---

"Joey!" Ryann called before jumping onto her brother's back.

"Merlin's beard, Ryann!" Joey called with a laugh before grabbing his sister's legs to keep her held up, "Miss me that much already?"

"Usually do," Ryann said with a soft laugh.

"Everyone to a station," Professor Sharp said as he came out of his office, "Mister Moore, I want you sat at a table with Mister Gaunt and Miss Moore."

"Yes, sir," Joey said as he let Ryann off his back.

"Why does he want you to look over me and Ominis?" Ryann asked in a hushed voice as Joey led her to a potions station where Ominis was already sat.

"Ominis doesn't get the best marks in potions. Not that he's dim, but that potions are so visual in order to make a good brew. I do well enough in potions that Professor Sharp has had me tutor other students from time to time, too. When the sixth and seventh years he has do it aren't available," Joey answered before gesturing to a cauldron for Ryann to stand in front of.

"Potions is one of the most challenging and hazardous subjects taught at this school. As fifth-years, you will be required to reach new heights of both discipline and intellect," Professor Sharp lectured as he walked from his office to a large table that doubled as a desk at the far end of the classroom.

"You will begin the term by brewing Wiggenweld Potion," Professor Sharp said, grabbing a bottle of said potion from the table, "Mister Thakkar. Can you tell us why this particular potion might come in handy?"

"Yes, Professor Sharp," A Ravenclaw boy answered, "The Wiggenweld Potion can be used to sterilise and even heal a variety of injuries."

"It can heal some injuries, but not all," Professor Sharp clarified, "Points to Ravenclaw," He then moved to take a seat at the table, "Before today's class is completed, each of you will have brewed a Wiggenweld Potion of your own. You never know when you might need it. Please begin."

"Here, I'll let you have a little bit of my horklump juice for this," Joey said, passing a small bottle to Ryann, "You should've been able to get some dittany leaves from Herbology earlier today."

"Have the recipe memorized, do you?" Ryann lightly teased.

"Was studying the potion textbook as soon as I got it," Joey commented with a snicker.

"I think I figured out why you decided you want to be in the kitchen so much when Clara isn't at the house," Ryann added with a snicker of her own.

"Oh, shut it."

"Are you two done?" Ominis asked in a slightly bored tone.

"Eh, sorry Ominis," Joey apologized.

Ryann couldn't help the last snicker that slipped past her lips before she was opening her textbook to find the recipe for the Wiggenweld potion. She started to grind the specified number of dittany leaves with the provided mortar and pestle, carefully adding the powder to her cauldron before watching the potion change to a deep green color. Referring to the recipe, there were a few mentions of particular colors the potion was meant to turn.

"I see what you mean about the visual element, Joey," Ryann said softly before reaching for the small bottle of horklump juice her brother had offered her.

She carefully started to add a few drops of the liquid, watching the potion before it started to turn a yellow color; ironic given the blue hue of the liquid Ryann was adding.

Ryann started to stir the potion, making sure she was doing so in a clockwise motion until the potion started to shift to a vibrant green, like when she first saw it in the phial that Professor Fig had given her in the Highlands.

"I see most of you have not forgotten how to stir," Professor Sharp said as he did a small circuit of the classroom, approaching the table the Moore twins were at, "Well done as usual, Mister Moore. And," Professor Sharp took a careful look at the small phial Ryann had just filled of their own brew, "Hmm. Not an easy potion to brew. Well done, Miss Moore. And, from what I hear of your recent exploits in Hogsmeade, you'd also do well to practice brewing the defensive Edurus potion. Professor Weasley had you acquire the recipe from J. Pippin's, correct?"

"Yes, sir, she did," Ryann confirmed.

"Good. For the moment you can find the ingredients you need in my office," Professor Sharp indicated to a door near the entrance of the classroom, "but in the future you'll be expected to provide your own ingredients. I am sure that your brother will be more than able to tell you how students go about procuring their potions ingredients.

"Come and see my when you've finished brewing, and we'll see if it was skill or luck the first time round."

Ryann gave another small nod before reaching for the parchment that had the Edurus Potion recipe written on it. As she was making her way towards Professor Sharp's office, she passed the Ravenclaw boy whom had answered Sharp's question to the class about Wiggenweld Potions.

"You did well answering Professor Sharp's question so quickly," Ryann praised softly.

"Oh. You're the new student! I've heard much about you. Especially from your brother. Um, thank you. I'm Amit, by the way. Pleasure. Truly," Amit introduced, "And I've never seen anyone brew such a flawless Wiggenweld Potion on their first try. Well, aside from Joey, but he seems a natural potioneer."

"I'm just glad I was able to do it correctly the first time," Ryann admitted.

"You must simply have as much of a knack for potion making as your brother does. Some students seems so confused by potions recipes, it's as if they were written in Gobbledegook! A fascinating language by the way. Neither here nor there, really, but I am a self-taught speaker. And, as much as I love a good conversation, we should probably get back to brewing our potions."

With that, Ryann gave Amit a small nod before proceeding towards the door Professor Sharp had indicated was his office.

"Did I hear Professor Sharp say that you have permission to go into his office?" A male voice spoke up.

"He did say that," Ryann said, turning slightly to face the voice, "He wants me to get more ingredients to brew another potion."

"Brilliant! You, my friend, have been presented with an extraordinary opportunity. I'm Garreth, by the way. Garreth Weasley. Bit of a prodigy with potions, if I do say so myself."

"Pleasure to meet you," Ryann paused, his surname ringing a bell, "Are you perhaps related to Professor Weasley?"

"She's my aunt. Keeps too close an eye on me for comfort," Garreth let out a sigh, "But she can't be everywhere. Listen, anyone with a troll-sized brain can brew an Edurus Potion. I'm working on something that's certain to be spectacular. I'm just missing one tiny, last ingredient that will add that extra spark."

"I suspect this is where I come in," Ryann trailed slightly.

"You're as clever as I hoped. I simply need a single Fwooper feather. As you'll already be in Sharp's office with his permission, perhaps you could grab it for me."

"I don't know, Garreth. I don't want to get on Sharp's bad side."

"You won't," Garreth assured, "Fwooper feathers aren't that valuable. Sharp won't even miss it."

Ryann was in pensive thought for a few moments before relenting, "Very well. I'll bring you a Fwooper feather."

"Wait until you see what I'm brewing. Hurry back to me when you have the feather."

With that, Garreth turned to face back to his potion, allowing Ryann to once again continue to Professor Sharp's office. Inside, Ryann found shelves stocked with various ingredients, all neatly labeled. Referring to the parchment that had the Edurus Potion recipe written on it, Ryann searched for Ashwinder Eggs, Dark Mongrel Fur, and the Fwooper Feather that Garreth requested.

Ingredients in hand, Ryann left Professor Sharp's office and made to return to her potions station, detouring slightly to give Garreth the Fwooper feather.

"Here's the Fwooper feather you wanted," Ryann said, holding out said feather.

"Brilliant," Garreth said, accepting the feather, "Thank you. This is going to take a moment to brew. You should get back to brewing your Edurus Potion and I'll tell you when this concoction's finished."

Ryann gave a small nod and turned to return to her own station.

"Did I see you talking to Garreth?" Joey asked, looking up from his cauldron.

"Perhaps. Is that a crime?" Ryann joked as she set down her ingredients to start brewing.

"No, but he has a knack for getting into trouble with Sharp. Can hardly follow a rule to save his life, I swear."

"And now we add the mallowsweet, and-," Garreth's voice carried through the classroom, "-that's odd. What's happening? Wait, it's not supposed to-."

Ryann turned just in time to see Garreth's cauldron letting off a colourful explosion.

"Garreth! Not again," Amit lamented.

"Oh, the smell!" Samantha complained.

"Dragon dung. What happened?" Garreth asked himself.

"See what I mean?" Joey spoke up, nudging Ryann slightly, "He tries to create new brews without full understanding his ingredients and how they all interact."

"What now, Mr. Weasley?" Professor Sharp asked in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry, Professor," Was all Garreth had to say.

"That'll be points from Gryffindor; again," Professor Sharp said before shifting to address the rest of the class, "Mr. Weasley did not do this on his own. His accomplice will answer to me as well."

Ryann swallowed hard. She knew she shouldn't have grabbed the extra ingredient, but she'd had no idea that doing so would result in such an upset. Rather than immediately speak up, Ryann turned to her cauldron to brew the Edurus Potion. When she believed she completed the potion, she laddled a small amount into a phial before turning to approach Professor Sharp's desk.

"I brewed an Edurus Potion as you asked, Professor," Ryann said while presenting the phial.

"I'm surprised you had the time," Professor Sharp quipped while taking the phial, "You seemed rather busy helping Mr. Weasley brew chaos."

Ryann withered slightly, "I'm sorry, Professor. I was merely trying to help a friend. I had no clue things would go so awry."

Professor Sharp was quiet for a moment, seeming to mull over Ryann's words.

"Taking responsibility for one's actions does go a long way with me," Professor Sharp concluded, "I shall assume that you've learnt a lesson. As for the work you did today at your own cauldron, I will say, you've done well. I confess I was skeptical, given the advanced nature of this class, and the fact you're a new student. Perhaps you aren't the only Moore who has a knack for potioneering."

"I'm glad I was able to meet your expectations," Ryann said with a small bow of the head.

"A rare occurrence. And you'd do well to remember that you're not a Potions master quite yet. In addition to having a solid grasp of how to combine various ingredients, you should gain an understanding of the ingredients themselves. Pay particular attention in Herbology. The plants you nurture there are often essential to the potions you brew here. Now, I recommend that you find a safe location in which to practice brewing. You cannot leave a hot cauldron simply anywhere. I am sure that your brother will be able to help you in that endeavor. That will be all," Professor Sharp then shifted to address the class, "I think each of us has had enough excitement for one day. Class is dismissed.

As Ryann returned to her station to clean up, she heard Ominis lament,

"My Wiggenweld Potion's utter rubbish. Wish I could just replace it with one from J. Pippin's."

"Don't worry, Ominis. I'm sure we'll figure out something to help improve your potion brewing," Joey tried to encourage, "Even if there is a visual element to it."

---

"Plenty to keep me occupied while you're gone, then," Ryann noted with a sideways smile.

"You've already been doing exceptionally well. I look forward to seeing all that you've accomplished when I return," Professor Fig commented with a small smile of his own, "Oh, and don't neglect you're friends. You may be surprised by how much you can learn from them as well."

Notes:

Woo, long one! I don't know how many more of the classes I will include or how I would do so. We shall see!

Chapter 28: Picture Perfect

It was a few days after Professor Fig left for the Ministry when Ryann received a letter via owl while at lunch.

Meet me in Lower Hogsfield as soon as possible. I would like to talk with you about Rookwood and Harlow, and it might be best to do so outside of the castle.

Natty

While not every class Ryann had was shared with the same students, she did have a few classes with Natty, as she did with Sebastian and her brother.

Since there were no classes for the day, given that it was Saturday, Ryann had dressed into clothing other than her school uniform, though with trousers instead of a skirt. After rolling up her sleeves, Ryann consulted the map in her Field Guide, finding a map of the nearby hamlets on the next page from the map of the castle.

Ryann walked southward for a little while before she saw a few small buildings come into view. And soon enough, Natty could be seen waiting just outside of the hamlet.

"It is good to see you, my friend," Natty greeted.

"Hello, Natty. How are you?" Ryann asked as she approached her.

"I am well, thank you. I was there, and saw saw what happened with Rookwood and Harlow at the Three Broomsticks. I have been worried about you."

"No need to worry. I'm alright at the moment," Ryann assured Natty.

"If you don't mind my asking, why were they looking for you?"

Ryann paused for a moment, thinking about just what they could say, given Professor Fig's words of caution.

"They want something that Professor Fig and I found at Gringotts," Ryann said a little vaguely.

"When were you at Gringotts?" Natty asked.

"Just before we came to Hogwarts. In fact, it's why I was late to the Sorting Ceremony. A Portkey brought us there after the dragon attacked our carriage."

Like before, Ryann was making sure not to mention that ancient magic was a key player in those events unfolding.

"What on earth?" Natty said in a stunned tone.

Thinking on it longer, Ryann let out a sigh through her nose. She didn't like to lie to people, and Natty seemed trustworthy enough.

"There is one more thing," Ryann added, "It's a bit odd, if I'm honest. Professor Fig says I have a rare connection to a powerful form of ancient magic."

"I-," Natty paused, "What does that mean?"

"I'm still learning. But I can see traces of it, and I've cast magic I can't otherwise explain. I know it's a lot to absorb."

"It is. And I will have more questions. For now, it is safe to say that Rookwood and Harlow are a threat to both of us; to all of us. Which is why I wanted to speak with you. Everyone has been talking about you defending Hogsmeade from that troll attack. And I shall never forget watching Sirona, and your brother, stand up to Rookwood and Harlow in the Three Broomsticks. The three of you had inspired me to take a stand of my own."

"What sort of stand?"

"Men like Rookwood and Harlow are the reason my mother and I left Matabeleland. I'm not going to sit by and watch them destroy my new home."

"Rookwood and Harlow are a dangerous pair on their own. And you should know that Rookwood is in league with Ranrok," Ryann warned.

"I had heard they were seen in Hogsmeade together. And it's all the more reason they must be stopped. Rumor has it that Theophilus Harlow runs Rookwood's day-to-day operations. Taking him down would crippled Rookwood's entire enterprise."

"That may be true, but shouldn't Officer Singer handle someone like Harlow?" Ryann asked.

"I spoke with her. She was polite, but perhaps understably would not discuss details with a student. I overheard some of Rookwood's lot talking about a massive poaching operation that Harlow is planning. I was thinking we could investigate a bit. Try to get the evidence that Officer Singer needs."

"How exactly?" Ryann asked, still having reservations about trying to deal with Rookwood and Harlow.

"I am going to watch and listen. Find out precisely what Harlow is up to. I shall reach out when I know more. In the meantime, remember; I am here if you need me."

"Thank you, Natty. I'll keep that in mind.

"Be careful and be on your guard," Natty politely warned before starting to make her way back towards Hogwarts.

---

Ryann had returned to her dorm room, trying to think of how she could get a lead on the missing pages from the book she'd found in the Restricted Section of the library.

"Ryann, Eldritch Diggory wants to talk to you," Lenora said, poking her head into the fifth-year girls' room.

"Who?" Ryann asked.

"One of the portraits in the common room. I think he used to be the Minister for Magic," Lenora explained before ducking back out the door.

Ryann gave a shug before leaving to go to the common room, looking to a few of the portraits. Underneath one of the portraits, the name "Eldritch Diggory" was engraved.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Ryann asked the portrait.

It had startled Ryann when they first saw the pictures on The Daily Prophet that Joey had brought home, but the idea that the portraits were able to talk back was one they were still getting used to. And the man whom she was trying to speak to was smartly dressed with a full head of silver hair and half-moon glasses perched on his nose.

"Indeed. Allow me to introduce myself. So few students know who I am these days. Eldritch Diggory," The man introduced, "Former Minister for Magic and founder of the Auror Recruitment Programme, at your service. I believe you can help solve a decades-old murder; thanks to that book you found and, in particular, its missing pages."

"How do you know about the book? And the pages?" Ryann asked. They'd been certain they hadn't told anyone other than Professor Fig about the book they'd found, let alone that there were pages missing from said book.

"We portraits hear more than you might suspect; and most of us can keep a secret. So. What say you? Surely a Hufflepuff such as yourself would be inclined to help seek long overdue justice."

"I suppose I can try and do whatever I can," Ryann said with a soft shrug.

"Wonderful. I am pleased to have been right about you. My great-niece, Helen Thistlewood, can provide you with details. She's retired now but was a skilled Auror in her day; and the unsolved murder of which I speak was her case. I often visit my portrait in her home, in the nearby hamlet of Upper Hogsfield. Shall I tell her to expect you?"

"How could a few pages of a book help her solve an old case?" Ryann asked, furrowing her brows slightly.

"A boy disappeared with those pages, but they never found the body. A girl was convicted of his murder nonetheless. It seems those pages could exonerate her somehow. My great-niece can tell you more."

"Can you tell me more about your great-niece?"

"Cream of the crop when it comes to Aurors. A star pupil here and then an exemplary servant to the Ministry. And her spark hasn't diminished one bit in her retirement. She and I often chat about old cases; and our glory days. No offence, but it's nice to get away form the students and converse with someone who'd familiar with my legacy."

"Well, when were you the Minister for Magic?" Ryann asked, both of politeness and genuine curiosity.

"Over a hundred years ago. 1733 to 1747 to be precise. The stories I could tell you. Didn't have the chance to do all that I could. I was in the midst of reforming Azkaban when my life was cut short by dragon pox."

"Azkaban?"

"A wizard prison. Certainly not a place for the innocent to be."

"I see. I suppose I should go an see your great-niece right away, then."

"Brilliant. With what I suspect is your knack for hard work and her keen mind, both mysteries may be solved sooner than you think. I shall see you there. Soon, I hope."

"Soon, Mr. Diggory."

Chapter 29: A Trip to Azkaban

Using the Floo Powder in the castle, Ryann found herself in Upper Hogsfield, as per Mr. Diggory's instruction. And after a little asking around the hamlet, Ryann found the house of Helen Thistlewood. And she knew she was in the right house as she was greeted by Mr. Diggory once more.

"Ah, here you are. I'm pleased to see you took my advice," Eldritch Diggory greeted.

Sat near the portrait was an older woman, who rose from her seat to meet Ryann.

"Madam Thistlewood? I'm Ryann Moore. I met your great-uncle in his portrait in my common room," Ryann introduced, "He sent me to speak with you."

"I'm pleased you came. Uncle Eldritch believes the book you found, and its missing pages, may be relevant to an unsolved case form my time as an Auror."

"Very well. I'm listening."

"Decades ago, a student named Richard Jackdaw disappeared after going to meet a girl named Anne. They never found his body. When his headless shot appeared briefly in Hogsmeade, wholly unaware of how he died, Anne was convicted of his murder and sent to Azkaban. It was in large part due to the testimony of a girl called Apollonia Black. Jealous of Anne, I think."

"That sounds terrible, Madam Thistlewood. But, I'm not sure how I can help you."

"Anne's 'alibi' was somewhat, labyrinthine. She said Jackdaw promised her adventure; following a map he found on some pages he'd stolen from Peeves."

"And you think Peeves ripped those pages from the book I found in the Restricted Section," Ryann concluded.

"If my great-uncle is to be believed, yes. At least that's what the portraits at Hogwarts suspect," Helen Thistlewood elaborated, "Anne insisted that Jackdaw had asked her to follow the map with him, but only after she solved a series of puzzles he'd prepared. Odd way to woo a girl. She swears she never even solved the first puzzle, so they didn't meet. Jackdaw's ghost vanished almost as soon as he appeared. Without Jackdaw's puzzle, pages, or remains, Anne was sent to Azkaban based solely on Apollonia's spurious testimony."

"Okay, but I'm still not sure I understand on how I can help you," Ryann pointed out.

"I believe Anne may have solved the first puzzle by now. But, after spending time in Azkaban, she's a shadow of her former self. She won't speak to anyone she doesn't trust, and she trusts no one. If you, a student with a connection to the pages like Jackdaw had, spoke to Anne, she might reveal new information."

Ryann started to become hesitant, "I'd rather not go to Azkaban. Is there no other way to help?"

"I fear not. She cannot leave. And a student like you may provide the impetus she needs to save herself. I would never suggest so drastic a measure if I did not feel it was necessary. Fortunately, being a retired Auror has its benefits. We can Apparate right to her. I've escorted Ministers, professors, and many others to that blasted place. Never a student, I'll admit, but I will keep you safe."

"Before we go, can you tell me any more about Anne?"

"That poor soul. Never was the brightest girl, and that lack of wit proved to be her undoing. I half suspected Jackdaw and Apollonia were merely toying with her. Who could have known he'd end up dead? She's not held up well in Azkaban," Helen Thistlewood let out a small sigh, "In some ways she blames me for not proving her innocence. I'd like to clear her name if we can."

"Very well," Ryann relented, "Let's go."

"Steady yourself," Helen said, holding out one of her hands towards Ryann, "We'll Apparate together. Don't worry, I've never splinched anyone."

"Do take care now. And tread lightly in that horrible place," Eldritch Diggory warned.

Ryann felt her stomach tying in knots with anxiety. The way the two were talking about Azkaban, she was figuring that it would be far worse than she'd imagined any muggle prison would be like.

"We'll be there in a moment," Helen warned only moments before Apparating.

To Ryann, it felt like her body was being squeezed through a tight tube. When she felt her feet on solid ground again, it felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. The room around her was dimly lit, damp, and cold. Among the wind that was slipping through the space, a haunting moan could be heard.

As the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, Ryann looked up to see three figures floating in the air, and getting closer to them. The figures seemed human-like, but only from the waist up, as they didn't seem to have any legs. And the beings looked like they were all wearing heavily tattered cloaks.

"Expecto Patronum!" Helen Thistlewood declared as Ryann moved to hide behind her.

From the tip of her wand, a blue-white rabbit leapt forward, heading straight for the chest of one of the beings. Waves of the same blue-ish white, and the waves seemed to push the beings back further and further until they were no longer within eyesight.

"That ought to keep them at bay for now," Helen said as she stowed her wand, "Though, be aware, you may feel a wave of despair. It will pass."

"Thank you for warning me. But, what were those things?" Ryann asked.

"Dementors. They serve as the guards here. They feed on human happiness, which leaves the feeling of depression and despair to anyone in close proximity to them. The Patronus Charm can keep them at bay, but only for so long. We should get to Anne quickly. The sooner we do, the sooner we can be out of here. Now, follow me."

Ryann gave a quick nod, and followed closely behind Helen as they progressed down the dim corridor. Each of the prisoners they passed was cursing them out for simply being there as an innocent.

"I never thought I'd see the inside of a prison myself. Let alone a wizard's prison," Ryann lamented.

"Nasty Dementors. Not even I could convince the Ministry to send them off. There's no need for such monsters," Helen complained.

"What is that I hear? Perhaps death, in all its mercy, approaches," A tired-sounding female voice said wistfully.

Helen approached a cell near the end of the corridor.

No one is going to believe that I went to Azkaban. Though, maybe I shouldn't tell them. It might only worry them, Ryann thought to herself.

"Now remember, Anne has been here a long time. The Dementors aren't kind. Have patience and speak to her quietly and respectfully," Helen said in a gentle voice.

Ryann swallowed hard before taking a few steps closer to the cell door. Inside she could see a woman with a shaved head crouched on the floor, her black and white striped prisoner's uniform dirty from extended wear.

"Are you Anne?" Ryann asked in a timid voice.

"Who's there? Who speaks to me? Is that death? Finally come for me?" Anne mumbled, her back facing the door.

"I'm a student. From Hogwarts. I found the book that you said would exonerate you."

"Aaah! The book, the book. No one would look. None of the mages found the pages. Methinks the feckless knave meandered to his cave. My fate surely sealed in Upper Hoggy-field."

Ryann thought over Anne's words for a moment, "Are you saying that the missing pages are in a cave? Near Upper Hogsfield?"

"Hogs, hogs. Field, field. Ruins house a vault concealed."

"A vault. In some ruins. Near Upper Hogsfield? I suppose it can't hurt to look."

"Can't hurt to look. Can't hurt to look. Go find the pages from your book! Helen? Helen! Know you're here. Come in closer. Be a dear."

Ryann took a step back, allowing Helen to come to the cell door just in front of her.

"What is it, Anne?" Helen asked as Anne was laughing maniacally.

Anne came to the cell door, some sort of mist in her hand. She let out an effort sound as her hand lashed through the cell door to Helen's neck. Helen let out a pained cry, grabbing at her neck where it had just been struck. Ryann caught Helen as she fell back, and it was only a moment before she could feel the same squeeze as when they'd Apparated into Azkaban.

"You're hurt," Ryann said as Helen fell from her grasp onto the ground; which had green grass rather than the grey stone of Azkaban.

"Go. The cave," Helen urged, "You're safe now. You have what you need. I'll be alright once I get-."

"But Madam Thistlewood! I-," Ryann started, but Helen Disapparated away, "Alright. I'll find it. I'll find Jackdaw's cave."

Chapter 30: Jackdaw's Tomb

Venturing East of Upper Hogsfield, Ryann came across what she would personally describe as ruins.

"This seems like it would be the kind of place that Anne was talking about," Ryann muttered to herself before venturing inside.

From the state of the cobwebs, Ryann could venture the guess that no one have been in there is quite some time. As they went further in, they came to a stop in a larger room with what looked like a second room just on the other side, but it was blocked by a barrier.

On either side of the blocked doorway was a set of six levers. Logic would behold that one of the levers would open the barrier. Ryann stepped forward to pull on one of the levers, but it didn't seem to budge. She tried another, but the case was still the same.

"Maybe I'm just not pulling hard enough?" Ryann wondered aloud.

As she thought, she managed to recall with just how much force Natty's textbook had been pulled from her hands when she first learned the summoning charm.

Drawing their wand, Ryann pointed it at one of the levers before saying firmly,

"Accio."

The slight grind sound of stone moving. When Ryann released the spell, she was surprised to see the lever they'd just pulled out slot back into the wall. Ryann turned her head to the side, trying to think before going to try another lever. Unlike the first time, the second one stayed extended from the wall after Ryann released the summoning charm. So, Ryann tried this on the remaining four levers in the set. When a third one stayed out after being pulled, half of the barrier retracted into the wall. Seeing this, Ryann moved to repeat the feat with the other set, clearing the other half of the barrier.

Looking inside the revealed room, Ryann noticed a scroll of parchment tucked away in one of the corners.

Opening the roll of parchment to find a letter scrawled on it. It confirmed that Peeves had been the one to rip the pages from the book Ryann found, and that Richard Jackdaw had stolen them from the poltergeist. And that he  was going to follow the map with or without Anne.

"Anne never found this note from Jackdaw," Ryann murmured, "So, just what did he find at the end of that map?"

As they were leaving the ruins, Ryann noticed someone waiting at the entrance; someone translucent.

"Could it be? Has someone solved my puzzle after all these years?" The ghost asked, "Well done indeed. Richard Jackdaw, at your service."

"The Richard Jackdaw? I heard you disappeared years ago," Ryann asked in genuine surprise before loosely crossing their arms, "You have some explaining to do."

"I do? That was my puzzle you solved. What are you doing here?"

"A retired Auror, Helen Thistlewood, told me about a map you stole from Peeves. And then Anne told me about a cave," Ryann informed, their posture relaxing.

"You saw Anne? Broke my heart. I had to go on without her. Probably best for her in the end. Dare I ask? How is she?"

"Not well. She was imprisoned in Azkaban for your murder. I fear the Dementors have taken an irreversible toll on her."

"What? Azkaban? Oh, poor Anne. I had no idea. I thought she'd written me off. I've been traveling the world for years to mend my broken heart. I came back here only recently on a whim. I must speak with the Auror you mentioned and see how I can help Anne."

"I'm glad to hear it. Before you go, would I still be able to find the pages with the map Helen mentioned?"

"I'm almost certain I dropped them in the cave the moment I was beheaded. They're bound to be mouldering away with the rest of me. Tell you what, meet me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and I'll show you precisely where to find them."

"Alright. But, I've been wondering, how is it possible to steal from Peeves, a poltergeist?"

"I didn't steal the pages from his ghostly form. I merely found them in his wake of destruction. He has a penchant for wrecking things, books, bottles, suits of armour, whatever's likely to cause the most chaos. Found them on the floor outside the library where he discarded them. Not my luckiest find, all things considered."

"And, if you don't mind my asking, do you remember how you lost your head?"

"I was having a look about when I suddenly sensed a refreshing breeze, after which I felt, well, light-headed. That's all I remember. Hence, if you do find yourself in a cave, be prepared. I can't tell you what for, specifically, but you seem a perceptive sort. Beware a light breeze."

"Duly noted. Thank you in advance for showing me the way. I need to find those pages; to help a friend."

"I shall see you there."

---

It was nightfall by the time Ryann managed to find Jackdaw's ghost on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"We meet again, Richard Jackdaw," Ryann greeted the ghost.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you. It would take the patience of a Hufflepuff to track down these pages," Jackdaw remarked.

"If you say so," Ryann chuckled, "Now, where do we go from here?"

"Follow me. I shall lead you as far as I can, but I fear I may remain a tad reluctant to revisit the scene of my demise."

"I suppose that make sense. I'll be glad for any help you're willing to give."

"Now, keep your eyes open for a birdbath. When you find it, say 'intra muros.' I think it's Latin. Or Greek. As you can imagine, I never paid much attention in school. Shall we?" Jackdaw nodded his head towards the Forbidden Forest before starting to float in said direction.

"Aside from the birdbath, is there anything else I should look for?" Ryann asked as she started to follow the ghost.

"There are a few landmarks, actually. A stone bridge, a waterfall, and if I recall, a lake. You'll see."

"You've been very helpful," Ryann said as they approached a small stone bridge, "Thank you."

It was a few moments longer before either said anything more.

"Surprising how much of this is, rather unfortunately, coming back to me," Jackdaw lamented.

After a little while longer, Jackdaw came to a stop.

"You know, the closer we get, the more I'm remembering. Probably best I leave you to it," Jackdaw said as he turned to face Ryann, "Simply stick to the path and keep a sharp eye out for that birdbath. Adieu. Is that Latin? Or Greek? Hmm."

"Thank you again," Ryann said before going further down the worn in path on the ground.

They followed the path until they got to a fork. Looking around, they managed to see a waterfall through the dim night.

"The waterfall. For a thief, Jackdaw's surprisingly as good as his word," Ryann remarked, turning to take the path that went nearer the waterfall.

Further down the trial, Ryann came to a stop at a small lake. Across the wash, she could see a stag and doe drinking from the lake.

"Seems I'm on the right track. Now, where do I go from here?" Ryann wondered, looking around a little before they caught a glimpse of something made of stone.

Approaching it, Ryann realized it was the birdbath that Jackdaw told them to look for.

"There it is, just as Jackdaw described," Ryann said as she drew her wand, tapping the tip on the edge of the birdbath, "Intra muros."

Behind her, Ryann heard the grind of shifting stone. Turning to face the sound, Ryann saw a large stone breaking apart in a spiral pattern, shifting to reveal an opening.

However, before Ryann could take another step closer to the opening, a gruff voice spoke from behind them.

"Aren't you a little far from home?" A goblin in glowing red armor remarked snidely, "Ranrok knew you'd eventually lead us to whatever it is you're hiding. Attack!"

Ryann was grateful that she'd already drawn her wand, as three goblins charged towards her.

"Expelliarmus!" Ryann declared, blowing one of the goblin's axe from his hands before doing the same with the other two.

Since Ryann didn't know many other defensive spells, and she wanted to keep the goblins at a distance, she was letting out a flurry of basic cast blasts until the goblins were all dealt with.

"No risk of those Loyalists reporting back to Ranrok now," Ryann said with a slight pant, "Now, let's see where Jackdaw has led me."

Chapter 31: We Meet at Last

After the initial entrance to the cave, Ryann started to see architecture that she was quickly becoming familiar with. It was the same architecture as in Rackham's vault, and under the Restricted Section in the library. Ryann looked at the gate and noticed three panels that had the same symbol that was showing up again and again as she was investigating this path.

Thinking back on how she got to the book, Ryann raised her wand and performed the basic cast, sending bolts of magic to each of the panels. Each one lit up upon being struck, and the gate opened. Somewhere deeper in the cave Ryann could hear a rumbling.

Moving further into the cave, Ryann froze in her tracks as she saw several large spiders. What was worse was that the spiders turned to look at Ryann, and started coming closer.

"I-Incendio!" Ryann called, pointing her wand at the arachnids.

Fire erupted from the end of Ryann's wand, burning the spiders to the point that they retreated.

"Please don't tell me that there are going to be more of those giant spiders in here," Ryann hoped.

That hope, however, was dashed as more spiders were found after Ryann passed the second gate. But, like the first ones, a touch of flames was enough to rebuff the spiders.

After passing the third gate, and finding a bridge, Ryann saw even more of the familiar architecture. 

"I haven't seen any headless skeletons yet, so I hope he's in there," Ryann muttered, crossing the bridge to the three arches.

Stepping inside the room, dead center was a skeleton with two swords at its neck, and paper crumpled in its hand.

"We meet again, Richard Jackdaw. Thank you for keeping these pages safe all these years," Ryann said as she crouched down to retrieve said pages.

Standing upright, she wasn't terribly surprised to see the statues that had been standing to the sides of the room start to move.

"Guess we know what killed Jackdaw," Ryann noted, seeing the swords the knights were holding resembling the ones in the neck of Jackdaw's skeleton.

The only spell that seemed to have an effect on the statues was the Disarming Charm to, at least temporarily, knock their stone swords from their hands. Otherwise Ryann was laying in a series of basic casts to try and chip away at the knights.

After the six knights that lined the room had been destroyed, three more larger knights stood at the far end of the room.

"They really didn't want the wrong people coming in here," Ryann huffed, adjusting their grip on their wand to face the three knights.

After a fair bit of dodging around, Ryann eventually was able to defeat the three knights.

Panting heavily from the exertion, Ryann looked to the far end of the room from where she entered. She also noticed wisps of magic coming from the floor where she stood.

"I've definitely seen this before. Just like in Gringotts and the Restricted Section," Ryann remarked, approaching the arch to find a shimmering pool of ancient magic.

Helping the magic be expressed, Ryann watched as the empty archway opened to a new pathway.

Proceeding further in, Ryann soon reached a set of door that were still shut. But, as she passed the threshold to try and get a closer look, the set of doors she'd just walked in through shut as the sound of rushing water could be heard.

"Oh no. The room's starting to flood," Ryann panicked, seeing the water start to cover the floor.

However, the water seemed to stop in a small ring around Ryann, not actually touching her. As the water level rose, the water seemed to stop before reaching her.

"How am I being protected?" Ryann wondered, "What sort of magic is this?"

Soon enough, the room had flooded entirely, but Ryann had a bubble of swirling magic protecting them from the water. Just as she started to worry about how long the magic would last, the doors that had once been closed started to open, but the water did not rush out.

Approaching the opening, Ryann guessed that a barrier was in place of the door to keep the water in. But when she reached out to check, her hand passed through it.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Ryann passed through the barrier and out of the flooded room. She was then met with a staircase, which she carefully climbed with her wand drawn.

Climbing the stairs, the room soon opened up to a large, almost sprawling space. On the far side of the room were for archways. Ryann could almost feel the thrum of magic as she walked across the room towards the four archways. As she drew closer, painted backgrounds started to develop in each of the archways.

A familiar face then stepped into the frame, showing himself to Ryann.

"Can it be?" Percival Rackham asked.

"It's you," Ryann breathed, stunned to see the man from the memories she'd seen.

"Has someone finally found our Map Chamber?"

"I recognise you from the Pensieves. You're Professor Rackham."

"I am indeed. I must confess that I am surprised to see someone so young standing before me."

"I'm the same age you and Isidora Morganach were when you started Hogwarts."

"You've paid attention. And, might I presume, you share our ability?"

"To see traces of ancient magic? Yes, sir. I do."

"As you've likely realised by now, our ability gives us a unique relationship with all forms of magic."

"I have noticed that I've been having very little issue learning spells," Ryann noted.

"We can even access expressions of magic that few others can," Professor Rackham continued, "Opportunities will arise that allow you to sharpen this rare talent. Do not squander them."

"I won't, Professor. Thank you."

"We have much to discuss. But first, a map found in a certain book led you here. Place the book on the pedestal," Professor Rackham pointed to a pedestal on the far side of the room from his portrait.

At this, Ryann felt a pang of guilt for some odd reason. How was she to have known that the book would be required in such a manner?

"I don't have the book with me, sir. Just the pages with the map," Ryann admitted.

"Hmm. This is unfortunate. I'm afraid we must pause our conversation until you return with the book."

Ryann fiddled with her hands in thought for a moment. This entire path she'd been set on seemed quite elaborate. But why go through the effort if you weren't sure it would be followed at one point. Then Ryann remembered a theory Professor Fig had when they were first exploring the ruins in the Highlands by the shore.

"The statues and carvings in the house on the cliffside; those are of you, aren't they? Are you a Seer?" Ryann asked.

"That I am," Professor Rackham confirmed.

"Did you know that I would be here?"

"I cannot say more at present, except to say that your presence here does not entirely surprise me."

Ryann let out a small huff, seeing that without the book she'd found, she wasn't going to get any further information from Professor Rackham; related to Ancient Magic or otherwise.

"Very well. I'll retrieve the book right away," Ryann relented.

"Good. We shall speak again once the book is in place," Professor Rackham affirmed.

With that, Ryann turned to leave the Map Chamber, crossing to the door that was on the far side of the room from the large portraits.

"I found the pages and the Map Chamber. Why would I need the book?" Ryann muttered to herself once she'd left the Map Chamber.

Distracted by her thoughts, Ryann followed the stairs upward, but didn't realise where she was until a fair bit later. 

"Wait, I'm, back at Hogwarts?" Ryann asked while looking around the stone halls, "The Map Chamber is under the Castle? Incredible that no one stumbled across it while lost in the castle."

Pulling out her Field Guide to look at the map of Hogwarts, Ryann started to think about her next move.

"I wonder when Professor Fig will be back. I hope he isn't gone long," Ryann sighed before starting to make her way back towards her common room.

Chapter 32: The Undercroft

Greetings,

I am happy to report that my sister Helen survived that sudden attack in Azkaban. She said that she does not hold a grudge against Anne,, as terrible as the violence was. After seeing the conditions in Azkaban anew, Helen said it's no wonder Anne's mind is do far gone.

It seems you found Jackdaw's ghost and told him about Anne. Helen wanted you to know that he has evidently promised to work with the Ministry and Helen to see what, if anything, can be done for her.

Eddie Thistlewood.

Ryann had received that letter the following morning after discovering the Map Chamber. She was relieved to hear that Helen was fine and that in the end she was able to help with the long cold case.

Ryann was in the Great Hall having breakfast when an owl flew overhead, dropping a letter in Ryann's lap.

"Letter from Mam and Dad?" Joey asked, his breakfast half chewed in his mouth.

"Dunno," Ryann said as she opened the letter.

I've not forgotten about our library venture; how did you fare? If you're keen for some illicit spell practice, meet me outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. I know a discreet place near there.

Sebastian

"It's from Sebastian," Ryann informed Joey, "He wants me to meet him by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."

"Really? Mind if I come?" Joey asked.

Sebastian was Joey's friend first, after all.

"I think it would be better if I go alone," Ryann sheepishly admitted, "We're probably going to talk about what happened in the Restricted Section."

Joey heaved a sigh, "I still don't know how he weaseled his way out of detention from that. I bet Scribner would ban him from the library at this point if she could.

"Look just, don't let him drag you into trouble, okay?"

"I'll do my best, Joey," Ryann chuckled as she ate the last bite of her breakfast and got up to leave the Great Hall.

It has been a several days since the pair ventured into the Restricted Section. While Ryann and Sebastian had exchanged a few words during classes, they hadn't had a chance to discuss what had happened.

Ryann started to look around near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, trying to find a certain Slytherin.

"Over here," Sebastian waved, catching Ryann's attention.

"Sebastian. I was starting to worry you were mad at me," Ryann admitted as she approached the Slytherin boy.

"No, just a bit preoccupied. I'm glad you received my owl. I have something to show you," Sebastian said.

"First, let me thank you for what you did in the library," Ryann said, holding up a hand for a moment.

"Of course. Scribner tried to give me detention, but I have ways out of these things."

"My brother mentioned that. But still, you took the fall for me. And that counts for something."

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I did. But something was missing," Ryann paused, "I'm not sure here is the best place to discuss it."

"Understood. We can talk more in a moment; in the Undercroft. Not even the professors know about this place," Sebastian started to turn, "This way. There's a secret passage just here."

Sebastian lead Ryann a small distance to show her a wide grandfather clock, the face of which had celestial dials as well as the classing clock face.

"It's well disguised," Ryann remarked, as they never would've thought a clock would lead anywhere.

Sebastian raised his wand, waved it at the clock, and all the dials synchronized to read as twelve on the hour. A few clicks could be heard, and then the front of the clock popped open. He grabbed the door, holding it open for Ryann as he gestured for her to go in. Ryann carefully stepped into the clock, seeing a slightly winding hall ahead. After the pair walked a short distance down the hall, they reached a cast iron gate, which rose as they approached it.

Past the gate was a rather large room that was dotted with things like candles, cauldrons, and crates.

"How did you find this place?" Ryann asked as she stepped inside.

"Ominis," Sebastian said simply, "He named it the Undercroft. We used to play Gobstones here all the time, with my sister Anne. She loved that infernal game. What I wouldn't give to lose to her again.

"I should tell you. I swore to Ominis I would safeguard this place, so, please keep this between us."

"Does Joey know about this place?"

"No. Ominis never confides in anyone, but he's trusted me since the day we met. I wouldn't want to jeopardise that. It's not my secret to tell."

"And yet you're telling me," Ryann pointed out with a soft smirk.

"Yeah, well, that's different," Sebastian stammered with a slight blush.

"Is it really?"

"Oh, shut it," Sebastian relented, strolling ahead of Ryann further into the Undercroft, "You know, Ominis, Anne, and I used to sneak in here almost daily. We've never been caught."

"I do know Ominis, you know," Ryann pointed out, "Not only has Joey told me about him when he would write home, but we sit at the same table in Potions," Ryann paused, "Does he use his wand to navigate the castle?"

Ryann knew that there was much she didn't know about magic, so she wouldn't be surprised if there was a spell to help the blind see.

"He does. No idea how though," Sebastian said with a shrug, "Ominis was born blind and no spell could reverse it. His wand seems almost sentient. Not surprising I suppose. Ollivander always says, 'the wand chooses the wizard.'"

"Is that how he found this place?" Ryann asked.

"No. Someone in his family knew about it. The Gaunts are full of secrets. I've never heard anyone else speak of it, and I've certainly never seen anyone else here.

"Again, mention this to no one, especially Ominis," Sebastian stressed, "He has no love lost for his family or their secrets, but this place is special to him."

"Understood," Ryann said with a small nod, "But, why does Ominis have 'no love lost' for his family?"

Ryann's family was rather close, even with Joey having been spending most of the year at Hogwarts the last few years. It was hard for her to imagine not being close with her family.

"His father's family are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin; one of the four founders of Hogwarts. They're obsessed with blood status, most of them. Ominis cannot abide them; he'll be the first to tell you. They'd probably lose it to find out that he's good friends with your brother since he's muggle-born.

"Anyway, the Undercroft has been a perfect place to sneak off to, away from prying eyes, and even practise otherwise forbidden spells."

"Really? Like what?" Ryann asked, her curiosity being peaked at the chance to learn more spells.

"Like the Blasting Curse," Sebastian said with a self-satisfied smirk, "Professors say it's not an appropriate spell to teach students."

"Well, it does sound like it could be a little dangerous. Professor Hecat was stressing how dangerous just Incendio could be if I wasn't careful."

"You sound like Ominis. He frowns upon using forbidden spells. Although he did enjoy learning this one. A spell like Confringo is only truly dangerous in untrained hands. Such spells should be properly taught, not banned. To be fair, I'm admittedly partial to more fiery forms of magic," Sebastian confessed, "But you should learn it. I can teach it to you safely here," Sebastian drew his wand, "It may take a while to get the feel for it. Mimic my wand movement. The incantation is Confringo."

Ryann drew her own wand, watching Sebastian move his wand in a slight zig-zag pattern.

"You're getting it!" Sebastian praised after a few moments of Ryann mimicking the pattern, "Ready to actually try it out? Stick to the targets though. Best to keep the Undercroft intact. Have a go at those candelabras."

Sebastian had gestured to the unlit candelabras that were hanging from the ceiling, of which there were four.

Drawing a steadying breath, Ryann held her wand tightly in her hand, "Confringo!"

Similar to Incendio, fire erupted from the tip of Ryann's wand, but it traveled far further, reaching the suspended candelabra on the far side of the room.

"Travels a bit further than Incendio, huh?" Sebastian said with a slightly snide tone, "How's it feel?"

"A bit hot," Ryann chuckled out.

"You'll get used to is," Sebastian snickered.

Ryann repeated the spell, lighting the three other candelabras in the room, getting a comfortable feel for the spell.

"I think I've got it," Ryann said with a sideways smile.

"Well done," Sebastian praised, "The first time Ominis and I practised Confringo, we singed our eyebrows."

"I would've paid to see that," Ryann chuckled with a genuine smile.

"I swore we'd never live it down. To this day, there's something about that spell that's addictive."

"I suppose I can see why. I'm just more than excited to be learning any type of magic," Ryann admitted.

"There's more where that came from," Sebastian said confidently, "Been practising similar spells here for ages. Although, I didn't tell Anne and Ominis about every one," Sebastian paused to look about the room, letting out a small sigh, "Haven't been in here in some time. It's not the same without Anne."

Ryann knew a little about what was going on with Anne. Just that she was seriously ill; ill enough that she wasn't able to come to Hogwarts with her brother.

"I'm sorry about your sister," Ryann said softly, "If there's anything I can do-."

"Perhaps when I next head to Feldcroft, you could come along. Meet Anne," Sebastian offered, "She could use some cheering up."

"Absolutely. Just let me know when and I'll meet you."

"She misses Hogwarts. She's been stuck at home with our guardian; Uncle Solomon. Unfortunately, you'll have to meet him, too. Meeting a new student will be precisely what she needs."

"Then I look forward to meeting Anne," Ryann said with a warm smile.

Chapter 33: Secrets Not so Kept

Notes:

Shorter chapter. Transition point for another longer chapter.

"So, what was it you couldn't discuss out in the hall earlier?" Sebastian asked, broaching the topic after the pair did a bit more spell practice in the Undercroft.

"Oh, well, I'm not sure where to start," Ryann admitted, "It's been a lot in a rather short amount of time."

"Well, you said something was missing from what you found in the library," Sebastian offered, "I assume it's to do with what you told me, about the Portkey and Gringotts and Ranrok."

"Nothing gets past you. Yes, it is. As I'm sure you suspect, there's a bit more to all of this."

"I'm listening."

Ryann was quiet for a moment, thinking on just what to say. She'd been forthcoming about Ranrok and the vault and Gringotts, but not about her apparent ability to see traces of Ancient Magic. She hadn't even told her brother this yet, though she was going to need to; sooner rather than later.

"You must promise to keep this between us," Ryann pressed.

"I trusted you with knowledge of this secret Undercroft. You can trust me," Sebastian assured Ryann.

"Alright," Ryann paused to draw a deep breath, "I can see traces of ancient magic."

Sebastian blinked at Ryann for a moment, "Ancient magic? I don't know what I was expecting you to say, but it wasn't that. What does that even mean?"

"Honestly, I'm not entirely certain. All I know is that I can see whispers of an old magic that hardly anyone else can."

"Can Joey see that stuff, too?"

"No, he can't. I don't know why but I think it's why my magic showed so late," Ryann said, recalling how both Isidora and Professor Rackham started Hogwarts as fifth-years as well, "Joey started here when you did, so I can be fairly certain he doesn't have this ability, too."

"Okay. So, what's ancient magic got to do with what you found in the Restricted Section?" Sebastian asked.

"Fig and I think that Ranrok has somehow found a way to harness that magic's power," Ryann admitted.

"Are you telling me that goblins may be wielding some sort of wizard magic?" Sebastian asked skeptically.

"That's what we're trying to find out."

"Does this 'ability' of yours allow you to wield this magic, too?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I may, but I haven't much of an idea how right now."

"Well, when you do know, tell me. I've been studying archaic forms of magic for ages. Perhaps we can help each other. In the meantime, with both Rookwood and Ranrok after you, I suspect a bit more time practising the Blasting Curse is in order. Spend as much time here as you like."

"Right. We need to get to class so I can't really right now, but I will in the future," Ryann said, turning to start to leave.

"Remember," Sebastian called, "Keep this place between us. And, when I head to Feldcroft, I'll send you an owl."

Ryann gave Sebastian a nod before making her way out from the Undercroft. The door through the clock opened easily from the inside, allowing Ryann to step back out into the castle.

"Hello Sebastian," Ominis said before catching himself, "Wait. You there. I can hear you."

"Oh, hello Ominis. We haven't properly met yet, have we? We have some classes together, like Potions and Charms," Ryann tried to play off, instantly feeling a bit nervous that she'd been caught leaving the Undercroft after only just being told of its existence.

"I recognise that voice. You're Joey Moore's sister, aren't you? And the new fifth-year. Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?"

Ryann swallowed hard, having to think on her feet.

"That rooms called 'the Undercroft'?" Ryann asked, "Ah. Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway-."

"Don't lie to me. No one 'stumbles' upon that room," Ominis paused, "Sebastian told you, didn't he? My father is friends with the Headmaster. I'm not afraid to exploit that connection if I need to."

"Trust me, Ominis. I won't say a word," Ryann tried to assure him, "And, Sebastian is a good friend. You shouldn't immediately assume the worst of him."

"I don't need you to tell me about my oldest friend, thank you very much," Ominis nearly yelled.

"Ominis, I just meant-."

"I know what you meant. Sebastian gets himself in enough trouble. He doesn't need your help," Ominis then nearly stormed over to the clock that was the entrance to the Undercroft, "Sebastian is going to get an earful about this."

Chapter 34: The Room of Requirement

Hello,

Please meet me in the seventh-floor corridor of the Astronomy Tower as soon as you can. I have an idea for somewhere you can focus on your studies; away from prying eyes.

I shall explain more when I see you

Professor Weasley

Ryann had received this note during lunch. As she didn't want to keep Professor Weasley waiting for long, Ryann had been quick to finish her lunch and used the Floo Flames to get to the other side of the castle quickly.

At present she was pacing in front of a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

"I wonder just where Professor Weasley had in mind. It certainly wasn't the Undercroft or she wouldn't have wanted to meet me here," Ryann muttered as she paced, "Somewhere 'away from prying eyes'."

Ryann paused her pacing when she heard the telltale sound of grinding stone. The once empty wall on the other side from the tapestry suddenly had a door, which opened on its own to Ryann.

"Forgive me, the Headmaster stopped me and I-," Professor Weasley started to apologise as she arrived in the corridor, "Merlin's beard. I see you've wasted no time. Well done. Shall we?"

"After you, Professor," Ryann offered as she gestured into the room that had appeared beside her.

Professor Weasley seized the offer, stepping into the room first with Ryann behind her.

"Professor, what is this place?" Ryann asked, making the guess that Professor Weasley had known the room was there the entire time.

"This is the 'Room of Requirement.' It only appears when one is in real need of it," Professor Weasley explained as she started to lead Ryann into the cluttered room, "Ordinarily, a student might stumble upon this room entirely be accident; if ever. I'd only planned to suggest to you how to find it; by walking past that bit of wall and focusing on what you need. But you've managed to reveal the room on your own. While I'm here, we should take advantage of the moment. Now, where is Deek? He must have sneaked past and gone ahead."

"Deek, Professor?"

"The house-elf I was speaking to in my classroom your first day. Thought he might help you use the Room once you found it," Professor Weasley came to a pause at a large, haphazard pile of chairs, "There's no chance I'm clambering over this mess. Hmm. This presents the perfect opportunity to teach you Evanesco; the Vanishing Spell. You can cast Evanesco to vanish certain objects, such as these chairs and other things here in the Room. I suggest you practice the wand movements first, then you can clear the chairs away."

Professor Weasley then moved her index finger in the gesture that Ryann was going to need to make. Once Ryann had mirrored it a few times, with her wand rather than her finger, she turned her wand towards the pile of chairs,

"Evanesco."

In moments, the chairs that were once blocking their path vanished from sight, leaving behind a few stones, which Ryann knelt down to collect.

"Splendid. Excellent work," Professor Weasley praised, "Now, those stones that were left behind? Those are moonstone. We shall discuss its use later. Let's move on."

A little further into the cluttered room, there hadn't been any sighting of another being than the pair.

"Where in Merlin's name is that elf?" Professor Weasley said exasperatedly, "Is that-? Goodness. My old school bag. I wondered where that had got to. Can't believe it's still here. I'll just take a quick look at this; give you an opportunity to explore on your own until we locate Deek."

"Yes, Professor," Ryann said before continuing further into the cluttered room, "Just how large is this room?"

After some more venturing, and a little bit of tight maneuvering, Ryann managed to reach something of a clearing in the room. In the clearing, she noticed something being tossed. And then another object was tossed into the space.

"Yikes! Careful!" Ryann called as she ducked to avoid being struck by the tossed object.

"Hmm? Oh! There you are!" The being, presumably Deek, said before standing, holding a bag that was as big as his torso, "Wait right there! Deek will come to you."

Ryann watched as Deek hopped down from the height he had previously been perched.

"Hello," Deek greeted.

"Ah, Deek. We've been looking for you," Professor Weasley remarked.

"Apologies, Professor Weasley," Deek said with a slight bow, "Deek was looking through some of what's appeared in the Room since Deek was last here. Is this the student?"

"Indeed it is."

"Deek is honoured to meet you, Miss Moore," Deek greeted with another bow.

"Deek has been a friend since I was a second-year," Professor Weasley explained, "We discovered this room together. I mentioned you to Deek. We believe that you might be able to benefit from this room like I did. Deek, would you be so kind?"

"Of course, Professor Weasley," Deek turned to face Ryann, "The Room of Requirement will always be equipped for the seeker's needs. It's unplottable, so won't appear on any map. Most happen upon it by accident; if ever. Deek's seen students in need of an extra phial for Potions stumble upon the Room filled with them. You seem to have accessed it in its form as the Room of Hidden Things."

"I was thinking about needing a place away from prying eyes," Ryann admitted, "Brilliant."

"That explains it, then."

"What I need specifically is a place where I can catch up on my schoolwork without distraction."

"Well, then, the Room can provide you with precisely that. Now, it's time to focus on what you need. Just close your eyes. Imagine the Room precisely as you need it. The Room will do the rest."

Ryann did as Deek instructed, closing her eyes and thinking of what she needed. A comfortable space where she could study and do her course work without being distracted like she would in the common room. Her eyes flew open when she started to hear the clutter in the room start to move. She watched in awe as everything in the Room started to move of its own accord, seeming to know exactly where to go to be stored away. Ryann did have to dodge a few of the objects, ducking down or to the side.

The once sparsely lit room took on a warm hue as the light grew brighter, revealing a sprawling room, the walls lined with paintings like the Grand Staircase.

"You've given yourself quite the canvas to work with," Professor Weasley praised, "I look forward to seeing what you do with the space."

"What do you mean, Professor?" Ryann asked, looking to Professor Weasley.

"I'll give you a brief lesson in Conjuring. Not only may it be the case that the Room may be unable to provide you with something, but it will also give you a chance to really make the space yours."

"I'm sorry, 'conjuring'?"

"Yes. The magic of creating, or conjuring, objects. I'll teach you," Professor Weasley explained before going further into wand movements and intent, "When conjuring more complex objects, you'll need what's called a spellcraft. Spellcrafts are like recipes. They list the 'ingredients', or resources, needed to conjure a particular object. You should've acquired some for a potions station and potting table from Tomes and Scrolls when you went into Hogsmeade."

"I did," Ryann confirmed, "But, where can I find the resources I would need?"

"While resources, such as moonstone, can be obtained throughout the Highlands, it's much safer and easier to purchase them. They can also be collected by vanishing objects in the Room, such as the chairs you vanished earlier. In fact, you should have enough resources for now."

"I see," Ryann said, reaching into her pocket to retrieve some of the moonstone she'd recovered, "Can I also regain resources by vanishing something I've already conjured?"

"You can indeed," Professor Weasley confirmed, "Quite perceptive. Why don't you give it a try? Go ahead and conjure the potions station and potting table."

Ryann gave a small nod, reaching for her field guide, where she'd stored the pair of spellcrafts. Reading over the instructions, Ryann placed the required moonstone on the floor where she wanted the potions station and potting table to be before gesturing her wand as indicated. She couldn't help the smile that came to her face as she watched the small piles of moonstone transform into the potions station and potting table.

"You should find both familiar since they'll resemble the ones you've already used in class," Professor Weasley said in a proud tone as she moved to stand beside Ryann, "Presuming, of course, you've collected any seeds or potions ingredients you'd need, you can use both the potting table and potions station to grow and brew as you see fit. Deek will be here to answer any questions you may have. Do not underestimate his insights.

"Now, you can conjure more than just Potions and Herbology tables. Conjuration can be used to decorate this space to your liking. You could use it to change the theme of the walls and floors, or even change the color of objects. This would be considered alteration more than conjuring, but it is in a similar vein. Allow me to demonstrate."

Professor Weasley drew her wand, clearing her throat before gesturing her wand at the potions station, changing it from the scientific themed one Ryann had conjured, to one of a botanical theme. She did, of course, return it to the style Ryann had initially conjured it as after demonstrating.

"Can I use this type of Transfiguration magic outside of the Room?" Ryann asked, looking back to Professor Weasley.

"Conjuring and Vanishing are strictly forbidden elsewhere in the castle. We've charms in place to enforce that," Professor Weasley clarified, "It would be exhausting to reverse the errors in both judgement and magic. But, the Room of Requirement has its own rules."

"And, Deek, can you tell me more about him?"

"He's been at Hogwarts longer than I have and seems to know its every nook, cranny, and secret. We discovered this room together, when I was a student. Deek has had a good deal of experience, both here at Hogwarts and at a previous post. On that, I shall let Deek tell you more when he's ready. But, again, you would be wise to listen to any suggestions he may have. In fact, Deek can help you with the ambiance of the Room. Why don't you speak to him about changing it, hmm?"

Ryann gave a nod and looked around the Room before spotting Deek once more. She approached him, clearing her throat to catch the elf's attention.

"Professor Weasley said I should ask you about changing the Room's ambiance," Ryann said almost shyly.

"Of course," Deek said with a smile, "What sort of overall look most appeals to you?"

Ryann brought a hand to her face, touching the side of her index finger to her chin in thought, "I'd like the Room to feel natural and earthy, as though I'm outdoors."

"Sounds perfect," Deek said before simply snapping his fingers.

The lights in the Room shifted, taking on a warm, yellow hue that was bright without being harsh.

"Quite a difference," Professor Weasley remarked, "Of course, you needn't keep this style if you don't like it. You can always ask Deek to change it back. Now, you've learned quite a fair bit about conjuring and alteration."

"Thank you, Professor," Ryann thanked, "The Room is certainly full of possibilities."

"Indeed. No matter how much time I spend here, the Room always managed to surprise me."

Ryann then heard a sound behind her that sounded like wood knocking against itself. She turned to see an opening in what had once been closed off wall.

"Did the Room just, get bigger?" Ryann wondered aloud as she took a few steps towards the opening, seeing a descending hall.

The ceiling started to shift as well, opening to show a second story that was filled to the brim with packed shelves.

"An even bigger space," Professor Weasley remarked.

"How did that happen?" Ryann asked, "I didn't think I needed more room."

"The room equips itself to your needs," Professor Weasley explained, " It must have sensed that you needed more space to practise spell-casting. If you'd like to customise the space further, you can use these spellcrafts," Professor Weasley produced a small stack of parchments and handed them to Ryann, "You'll find more of them both inside and outside the school."

"Thank you, Professor," Ryann said as she accepted the stack of parchment, "I shall keep an eye out."

"Good. I'll leave you to it. This is your space now. Use it wisely," Professor Weasley said before starting to leave, pausing to speak over her shoulder, "And, while I hope that you will use the space to focus, I'm sure that your brother would enjoy using the space as well. He and my nephew certainly have a proclivity for brewing potions other than what Professor Sharp assigns them."

Chapter 35: The Map Chamber

Come and see me as soon as you can. I've returned from a rather unproductive trip to the Ministry. Hoping your time has been more fruitful than mine.

Professor Fig

As it was the weekend, Ryann was dressed in something more casual than her school uniform; trousers and a sweater with the sleeves rolled to the elbow.

Ryann made her way to Professor Fig's office, figuring that would be the best place for the pair to meet and still have some privacy from others.

"Professor?" Ryann asked as she gently opened the unlocked door to Professor Fig's office in the Magical Theory classroom.

"I was hoping to see you," Professor Fig greeted with a small smile.

"You're back," Ryann breathed out in relief.

"Finally. Minister Spavin talked more than he listens. Ranted on and on about rogue dragons. Wouldn't listen to a word about goblins. Speaking of which-."

"Listen, Professor," Ryann interrupted despite herself, "So much happened while you were away. Eldritch Diggory's portrait in the common room told me about his great-niece, Helen-."

"His great-niece?"

"Yes. She used to be an Auror. Well, she took me to Azkaban to meet Anne Thisbe-."

"You went to Azkaban?"

"Briefly. Quite an experience. But, you see, Anne knew Richard Jackdaw before he died. So I had to find his ghost."

"Who on earth is 'Richard Jackdaw'?"

"He was a student here long ago. Anyway, he told me about a secret cavern. I went there, and right next to Jackdaw's skeleton, I found the missing pages."

"You found the pages?"

"I did. And because Jackdaw had followed the map they contained, when I found the pages, I found the location on the map. Believe it or not, it's a room below Hogwarts."

"Why am I not surprised? Shall we?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," Ryann said as she drew her Field Guide to help her retrace her steps to the Map Chamber, "Oh, and we'll need to bring the book."

Professor Fig gave a nod before reaching for the tome on his desk. Once it was in his hands, Ryann started to lead them from his office towards the dungeons. As they got close, Ryann felt the need to speak up once more.

"The room is called the 'Map Chamber,' by the way," Ryann started to explain, "And, a portrait of Percival Rackham awaits us there."

"Professor Rackham. I look forward to meeting him," Professor Fig said as the pair descended the last spiral staircase to the Map Chamber, "How did this 'Jackdaw' get the pages from the book?"

"Evidently Peeves stole them, and Jackdaw stole them from him."

Professor Fig heaved a sigh and shook his head slightly, "Peeves."

"Just this way," Ryann said as they reached the double doors that lead to the Map Chamber.

"To think it was beneath us all this time," Professor Fig remarked as he stepped into the room.

Ryann watched as it was Professor Fig's turn to look around the room in awe. They stood on either side of the pedestal that was along the railing at the top of the stairs that lead down to the center of the room. From the corner of their eye, Ryann saw a glimmer come from the center of the pedestal.

"Place the book there," Ryann gently instructed, pointing to the pedestal.

"This looks promising," Professor Fig remarked as he did as instructed, placing the book on the pedestal.

A wave of magic emanated from the pedestal, fanning out to the walls of the room before recollecting in the center of the room, over the large blank circle on the floor.

Ryann watched in awe while Professor Fig stepped down to walk into the center of that circle.

What was once blank soon came to life, showing a great deal of depth below the surface.

"A map," Professor Fig concluded, "There's Hogsmeade. And over here, the Forbidden Forest. And, of course, Hogwarts. It's magnificent."

Ryann descended the staircase to join Professor Fig on the center of the map. 

"If only you were here to see this," Professor Fig said softly.

Silently, Ryann directed Professor Fig's attention to the four portraits that stood on the far side of the room. Professor Rackham had reappeared in his portrait.

"Hello, Professor Rackham," Ryann greeted, "We've placed the book on the pedestal, as you asked. And, this is my, mentor, Professor Fig."

"How do you do, Professor Fig?" Professor Rackham greeted, "And you, my young friend, see now why you needed to return with the book?"

"I do," Ryann confirmed, "I also see why you refer to this room as the 'Map Chamber.'"

"That you have come this far tells me that you possess extraordinary magical ability, the potential and power of which will unlock, should you prove yourself worthy. The location of each of four trials will, in time, appear on the map. Trials that will test you, and give you access to invaluable knowledge. Trials that you must complete on your own. Do you recall the Pensieve memory you viewed in my vault in Gringotts?"

"Yes, I do. You and your friend Charles spoke of the Portkey, and of the trials you'd created for one who could see traces of ancient magic," Ryann recalled.

"Precisely. Charles is another of the Keepers; a designation we gave ourselves centuries ago, in light of the knowledge that we have been bound to keep hidden. Until, perhaps, now."

"So, the passage from your ruins to Gringotts, everything in the vault, the Restricted Section, finding this room, none of these was a trial?"

"They were an important part of the journey, but they were not trials themselves. The fact that you have come this far, however, bodes well. The trials were designed to ensure that the power and knowledge we have kept secret for so long does not fall into the wrong hands. They will test your abilities, both innate and learned. But of equal importance, everything you witness as you complete the trials will inform what you choose to do with all that we share. You will need patience. The trials have much to teach you. It will take time."

"I'm afraid we don't have the luxury of time," Professor Fig spoke up.

"We have waited this long, Professor Fig," Professor Rackham chided, "Surely a few more-."

"Respectfully, sir, while I do not know the secret you keep, I do know that Miss Moore here has seen traces; traces of a powerful Dark Magic being wielded by goblinkind. And we encountered an uncommonly powerful goblin wielding such magic as we prepared to leave your vault at Gringotts. We may already be too late."

Professor Rackham paused for a moment, "This is grave news indeed. Miss Moore, do you trust Professor Fig?"

"I do," Ryann said firmly.

"Then, in light of your considerable skill and all you have already accomplished, we shall begin. You will find the location of the first trial marked on the map below you. Whilst Professor Fig may assist you in locating the trials, they may be completed only by one with our ability."

"Shall we have a look?" Professor Fig asked while looking back at Ryann.

Ryann gave a nod and the pair turned to look back at the sprawling map on the floor of the room. On the map, a singular tower was illuminated brighter than the rest of the illustrative map.

"I know that tower. It's not far," Professor Fig remarked, "You may have seen it yourself."

"I don't think I have," Ryann admitted, "Perhaps your 'young friend' is not as well-travelled as you think."

"As your 'mentor,' the least I can do is go ahead to make sure it is safe. Join me as soon as you can."

As Ryann drew out her Field Guide to make note of the tower on her map of the nearby highlands, she asked, "You said that you 'know' that tower. What can you tell me about it?"

"Not much, I'm afraid. I've passed it dozens of times. It's north of Hogsmeade. My recollection is that it seems abandoned. Clearly, however, the tower conceals more than meets the eye."

Ryann gave a nod, closing her Field Guide, "I'll find you at the tower as soon as I can."

"Until then. Be careful. And do not tell anyone where you're going," Professor Fig warned.