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The Undercroft.

"Dumbledore obliviated you!?"

I had been hesitant to share with Tonks, knowing that she still believed in the ancient Headmaster.

Part not knowing if she'd even believe me, part not wanting to shatter even more of her worldview.

Of course, as soon as I thought that, she picked up on it anyway.

I really need to get used to this…

Instead of worrying about explaining to Tonks, I am now worrying if I need to stop her from hexing the old man.

With the way her eyes are flashing, her hair keeps changing to a flaring red spiky hairdo, and how tightly she grips her wand while cursing loudly and with great vigor - she's thinking about it.

Also, taking notes here, never heard some of these curse words, Tonks is obviously a woman of great culture.

"How dare he!" She shouts, sparks flying from her wand, and I watch it warily, accidental magic isn't impossible in seventeen year olds, and Tonks have been through a lot. Honestly I worry more for her in this situation than any consequences of hexing the headmaster.

Tonks deflates slightly, puffing her cheeks out in an adorable way, glancing my way with a slight blush, "You make it impossible to rage when you're being all cute and worried about me!" She whines.

Like I said, adorable.

She rakes a hand through her hair, huffing with laughter, "I am not adorable, I'm seasoned and mature." She points accusingly at me, "You're the adorable one, all chubby cheeks and precociousness."

I rear back as if I've been slapped, "My cheeks are not chubby!" I reply, eyes narrowed.

But at least the mood has lightened, Tonks slumps down in the armchair across from me, lips curled into a smile, even as her eyes remain sharp and focused. "What is he hiding?" She mutters, moving us back on subject.

Despite my anger at Dumbledore, in this one situation, I at least somewhat understand him, "Something too dangerous to let children near it." I say, thinking back to what feels like ages ago, playing the game, defeating the Goblin incursion underneath Hogwarts, and the dangerous magic font down there.

Is it possible it's still there? In that case I can almost forgive Dumbledore for making sure no one can find out about it. Even if the risk was low, someone like Dumbledore could surely not risk all of Hogwarts, even if I'm just a first year.

But so was Tom Riddle once upon a time.

To trust my good intentions, to allow me to explore potentially dangerous secrets like that. I can understand why he did it.

Doesn't mean I like him, or that I'm happy about it. But I understand it.

I would have done the same in his position. If, if that font of magic is somehow still down there deep beneath Hogwarts, sealed away perhaps, but still there.

Otherwise it's just history, in which case I'm pissed he'd go to that effort just to hide facts about Hogwarts not many knew much about.

Tonks frowns at me, not looking too pleased, "You sound like you don't even blame him!" She complains.

I sigh, waving a hand dispassionately, "If he has good reasons for it, I'll still get my own back at him someday, but I can understand it. I don't like it, but if it was necessary, it's literally his job to handle it." My eyes narrow as my lips thin, "If, and with his track record I'm not sure if I can trust if he had good reasons."

Tonks twitches, face serious as she leans forward, and bops me on the nose with the tip of her wand, "No Lucas. Say it after me, Obliviations are bad. Say it. Baaaad."

"Pretty sure as chief-whatsit, defeater of whoever and Hogwarts Headmaster, he's legally privileged to do it…" I mutter, rubbing my nose to check that she didn't do anything to it.

Tonks lets out a frustrated sound, "You're a first year, it's never okay to obliviate you." She insists.

I roll my eyes, "I agree with you Tonks, relax."

"Sure doesn't sound like it." She says petulantly, literally pouting. Morphing her lower lip to make it extra ridiculous.

"I'm still angry, just… Not unreasonably so." I assure her. I have bigger things to worry about than Dumbledore anyway.

Like Quirrell, who has my blood. Who's literally a vessel of Voldemort, who's going after the stone soon. All very bad things.

Dumbledore being perhaps overzealous on protecting some of Hogwarts secrets - really takes a backburner to these kinds of things.

And of course the problem of me currently looking like my old self. Somehow I think that will draw questions from the staff…

Tonks rolls her eyes, smirking lightly, "You worry about the wrong things." She says, having plucked that thought right out of my head, "You have a super skilled, sexy, mature Metamorphmagus here to help you figure it out!"

The pose she struck dramatically falls apart as I mutter, "Mature…Right…" As she reaches over to punch my shoulder.

"Ow…"

"Oh suck it up ickle baby raven, now harken to the wise teachings of your elders." Tonks says in a mysterious voice, her hair growing long and white. Amongst other things.

I try to hold back a laugh, I really do. But the combination of Tonks calling herself wise, and then giving herself a Fu Manchu mustache - makes it impossible to keep my mirth contained.

After our laughter dies down, Tonks's expression turns serious. She leans forward, her eyes locking onto mine with a focus that feels almost tangible. "Alright, enough about Dumbledore and…" She grimaces, "The other one… For now. Let's focus on the more pressing issue. Time for your first lesson in morphing!"

I sit up straighter, intrigued and a bit apprehensive if I'm honest. "Do you really think I can learn enough to get this done in time?"

Because if being thought of as some Black bastard just from rumors right now… If I show up as a bloody metamorphmagus - it will be literally confirmed and no one will ever believe otherwise.

Tonks raises a hand to stop my expressions of doubt. "You have the potential, Lucas. Ever since our minds connected, you've got access to Metamorphmagus abilities. You just need to learn how to control them. We'll start with something basic to help you get back to your normal self."

I am still intensely curious how exactly that worked. Because making my sacrifices is supposed to be a cost to me - getting something more back then I was paying for… I really don't want to be in debt to fate or something.

That just sounds… Like a bad time.

I nod slowly, taking in her words. "Alright, where do we start, professor?" My tone is slightly teasing, but the way Tonks face lights up draws an honest smile out of me.

"Start with your face," Tonks instructs, bouncing slightly in her seat. "Close your eyes and focus on what you looked like as a first-year. Picture it clearly in your mind; your hair, your eyes, every little detail."

I close my eyes, following her instructions. I picture my younger self, trying to remember every feature, focusing intently on it.

I suddenly wish I'd spent more time staring vapidly into mirrors, the general gist is easy, but every little detail? Not so easy to keep a focus on as it sounds.

"Keep that image in your mind," Tonks's voice guides me gently, the warmth of her hand on my head as she gently strokes her fingers through my hair, having come to stand behind me, whispering in my ear. "Now, channel your magic towards that change, just as if you were going to do it for a spell, but instead of letting it rush out for your wand - feel it flow through you and into the specific parts of your body you're focusing on, then keep it there, focusing on the picture in your mind."

I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar warmth of magic within me. I direct it towards my face and body, concentrating hard on the image of my younger self. It's a strange sensation, like a tingling at the edges of my skin.

I realize it's lucky I am who I am, because this kind of control of my magic as a first year is not common.

Which makes me just now realize Tonks has had that control since she was a child. She's… Actually a pretty strong witch isn't she?

"Open your eyes," Tonks says softly, with warmth in her tone. Of course I'm strong silly, she speaks into my head, but there's a definite note of appreciation as well for the thought.

I do, and I can feel her smile behind me, before she comes around in front of me, peering at my face. "Lucas! You did it! Well, sort of."

I glance at my reflection in a nearby piece of polished metal. My features have changed, but they're not quite right. I look younger, but my face is still not exactly like it used to be. It's too narrow, too… Dare I say, Malfoyish?

Tonks chuckles, "Not bad for your first try! It'll get easier with practice."

I smile, feeling a surge of pride despite the imperfect result. I know this isn't supposed to be an easy thing, but my focus on controlling my magic over learning a thousand spells was paying off. "Thanks, Tonks. I'll keep working on it, you're a pretty good teacher."

"Good," she says, patting my shoulder. "Now, let's see if you can smooth out those remaining differences." The warmth in her smile could have equaled the sun for a moment.

That's just so unfair.

I look away, to focus on my task, and to try and corral my thoughts.

We spent the next three hours practicing, with Tonks giving me pointers and encouragement. Lots of encouragement in fact, I don't know where she learned about cheerleaders, but it was certainly encouraging, even if it completely distracted me and broke my concentration. It was exhausting work but exhilarating, knowing that I'm learning something so rare and useful.

I'm mindful of the potential risks, the Ministry keeps a close eye on metamorphs and they're heavily encouraged to join the Ministry after graduating.

As in join or else.

Tonks in a way was lucky that she wants to be an Auror. Because the Ministry would not have allowed her to go loose. Pretty much sums up how she could fail the stealth portion of her exam in canon and still pass.

As we wrap up, Tonks looks at me with a mixture of pride and affection. "You did great today, Lucas. Remember, it's all about focus and practice. You'll get the hang of it."

In the end, I had managed to return to my normal visage, although I in no way could just switch around my face however and whenever I wanted yet. It had taken me hours of work to get it down right for just my own face.

Let alone messing around more with this newfound ability.

But it was a start, and it will be very valuable going forward. Especially if I can keep it quiet from the Ministry…

A choice I still have to make, because if I'm found out later, it will fall back on Tonks, because no one will believe she didn't know.

I nod, feeling a new sense of determination. "Thanks, Tonks. I couldn't have done it without you." And it's true, this wasn't something I could just half ass easily.

She grins, ruffling my hair. "Anytime, baby Raven. Now, let's get some rest. We've got a lot more work ahead of us."

Don't I know it…

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Hogwarts Library

Days go by fairly quickly and it's like the whole castle is holding its breath, no one making any moves as they all wait for the endgame.

With Tonks studying for NEWTs and my own studies growing more esoteric as I try to find something to give me an advantage for the inevitable cock up that's going to be years end - time flies.

Before we know it, it's April, and it's amazing how quickly school can pass when there aren't any professors actively trying to screw you.

Quirrell has been remarkably quiet, likely biding his time for the final push, not wanting to risk another suspension or expulsion at a critical time no doubt.

The rumours around me thanks to the Tonkses, have actually helped me, wonder of wonders. Both sides are content to watch and wait now, wondering.

The Muggleborns aren't necessarily being overly pleasant, but neither are they trying to catch me out or bully me, the potential Black heritage making them cautious.

I don't like the rumors, but if they can give me some peace and quiet for the last month and some change, I'll take it.

Of course, while the Muggleborns for the most part avoid me now, confused on if they're supposed to be mad at me or afraid of me, the purebloods are even more curious about me…

Hence hiding in the library, studying, most Slytherin purebloods not spending overly much time amongst the stacks. Except the NEWT and OWL students, who couldn't care less about me at the moment.

I sit at a secluded table in the corner, a stack of books piled high around me. The musty smell of old parchment and leather bindings fills the air, soothing me, as I immerse myself in history tomes from around the period of 1890, trying to find anything on the events of Hogwarts Legacy. It's a quiet afternoon, the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional whisper of students the only sounds breaking the silence.

With our lovely librarian around, it's not like anyone dares to make too much noise.

As I flip to the next page, I sense someone approaching. Looking up, I'm surprised and resigned to see Draco Malfoy standing before me, alone and without his usual entourage of toadstools. His expression is unusually polite, but there's a sharpness in his eyes that makes me wary.

If only he was the spoiled useless little brat he was in Canon…

But no, like everything else, he actually leans on his intelligence and upbringing, actually fitting into the Slytherin mold.

He was still a bully when he could get away with it. But with the golden trio much stronger, better duelers and less involved in nonsense - he hasn't bothered with them beyond some snide comments. Likewise he's never bothered to try and bully me.

"Lucas," he says genially, offering me a nod, his tone cordial. "Mind if I join you?"

I hesitate, but then gesture to the seat across from me. "Sure, go ahead."

Whatever this is, I'd rather hear about it from the mouth of the dragon so to speak - then have to deal with it later.

Draco sits down gracefully, folding his hands on the table. For a moment, he seems to be simply observing me, his gaze flicking over my face and then to the book in my hands.

"What are you reading?" he asks casually, seemingly utterly at ease.

Merlin save me from pureblood small talk…

"Just some research on history surrounding Hogwarts." I reply, closing the book slightly to show him the cover. "Fascinating stuff."

He nods, as if considering my words. "Indeed. It's always interesting to learn about our heritage and the legacies left behind by great wizards." He tilts his head slightly, eyes curious, "Is Hogwarts a History not sufficient?" He asks.

I raise an eyebrow, sensing the direction this conversation might be heading. "Yeah, history is pretty important." I say slowly, before making a dismissive gesture at his suggestion, "Hogwarts a History seems to have been edited, because I can't find anything of what I'm looking for in there."

Draco leans in slightly, his tone still polite but now more insistent. "Speaking of heritage, I've been curious about yours, Lucas. You mentioned before that you're Muggleborn, but I've noticed... Certain traits that seem quite unusual for a Muggleborn."

Joy, here it comes, I think with irritation. I had been wondering what was taking them so long. The purebloods had all seemingly just been watching and waiting. Apparently Draco was their spokesperson, based on our few polite interactions.

I frown, not sure I'm going to like where he's going with this. "What do you mean?" I say, having to keep my expression placid to hide my frustration.

He tilts his head, studying me intently. "Your magical abilities, for one. They seem quite advanced for someone without a magical lineage. And there's something... Distinctive about your appearance. It makes me wonder if perhaps you might have some Black heritage - or come from a pureblood family that you're unaware of."

I suppress a sigh, realizing that this is exactly the bollocks I didn't want to have to deal with. "I've told you, Draco, I'm Muggleborn. My parents are both non-magical." As far as I know…

Not like I could ask them, and really, I am perfectly happy to not in any way be related to the Blacks, thank you very much.

Draco's polite smile doesn't falter, but there's a hint of disbelief in his eyes. "Are you certain?" He presses. "There are many pureblood families with histories that have been lost or hidden. It wouldn't be the first time a wizard discovered an unexpected lineage." He sighs overly dramatically, "Even if you're a bastard Lucas, your family would take you in, blood tells all, and you have already shown that in your excellence."

I shake my head, trying to keep my patience. "I'm certain. My family has no history of magic."

This was really beginning to piss me off. Everything I worked so hard for, all thrown on the garbage heap as nothing more than my due from my blood. I might have had advantages others did not, but I still had to work my ass off to get this far.

My blood had not a Merlin damn thing to do with it.

Must not punch Draco in the face, Lucius is very scary. I remind myself, taking a deep breath, keeping my expression to polite disagreement.

He leans back slightly, still scrutinizing me. "Even so, it's worth considering. Sometimes families hide their true origins for various reasons. You might be connected to a pureblood family and not even know it."

I meet his gaze firmly. "Draco, I appreciate your curiosity, but I know my own family. I'm Muggleborn, and that's the truth." If it's not, it's still the truth, because I'd never want to be pulled into pureblood family politics…

Luckily I'm actually a decent liar nowadays so Draco can't tell that I'm absolutely lying about knowing my family. For all I knew they were indeed magical. I suppose I could go to the Goblins or find a ritual to check, but blood magic is not… Looked upon kindly to say the least, so it's not a priority for me.

And the Goblins aren't cheap, and I'm broke as fuck, until I can rob the room of requirement.

Draco's expression remains polite, but his insistence is clear. "If you ever find out otherwise, I hope you'll let me know. It's important to know where we come from, after all."

I nod, feeling a mix of irritation and curiosity about why he's so persistent. "I will. But don't hold your breath."

He stands up smoothly, giving me one last appraising look. "Very well, Lucas. Enjoy your reading."

As he walks away, I can't help but wonder what his true motives are. Is he genuinely curious, or is there something more to his insistence? Shaking off the unsettling encounter, I return to my book, though my mind continues to ponder Draco's questions.

And the issue…

Do I have a magical heritage?

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April 5th, Hogwarts Astronomy Tower

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

The Astronomy Tower was one of my favorite places at Hogwarts, offering a serene view of the night sky. Tonight, however, it served as a secret meeting spot by chance. I had gone up here to think, only to be followed by Padma and Su. Both girls had brought their books with them and were quietly studying for their upcoming exams, using me as a sounding board and quizzer. The stars twinkled overhead as our little trio sat at a table by the railing.

Well they are seated, I am standing watching the stars.

"Feel confident in your exams?" I ask, leaning against the railing, feeling the cool wind on my face as I stare up at the stars, not at all liking the portents they show.

Sometimes divination was a bit of a curse. Being able to see signs everywhere that hinted at events, but had no details, only fed my rampant paranoia.

As the Centaurs would say, Mars is bright lately.

I already knew the end of the year was going to suck, thanks for confirming it, I thought irritably at the night sky.

I'd miss the times I could just look up and enjoy it fully, without knowing what it all meant. Simpler days.

Su, chewing on her hair nervously as she read, didn't answer me, Padma instead speaking up, even as she reached out and pulled Su's hair away in a way that suggested the task was familiar. "I am fairly sure we'll handle the exams easily enough, not that we can touch you or Granger…" There was a hint of bitterness there, but only a slight one.

Possibly more directed towards Hermione than myself. My friends had long since accepted I just did things that shouldn't be possible and for the most part didn't compare against me.

Neville had said it best. Comparing himself against me was just so depressing that he didn't even bother to entertain it, choosing to just worry about his own progress.

Which frankly was much better for his state of mind anyway, so good for him.

Honestly Neville had more sense than ninety-nine percent of this society.

Padma abandoned her books and came up next to me, leaning against the railing, her expression cool and collected as usual, her hair for once left free to fall loosely. "So, Lucas, what's this all about? You're brooding, you're not even lecturing us about the stars or the history of the tower." Her lips were curled into a teasing grin as she finished.

Su looked up, her hands fidgeting slightly with the hem of her robe. "Y-yes, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Her eyes searched mine, as if she was trying to determine my state.

I sigh, giving one last look at the night sky, before I look around to make sure we were alone, before speaking up on what troubles me tonight. "It's about Professor Sinistra. I think she might be under some sort of curse or enchantment. She's been acting... off lately." I explain.

The Astronomy Tower and its surroundings reminds me of the divination telling me of my death if I attended the ritual she was preparing. I honestly hope she's been cursed or something - otherwise I have no idea what I can possibly have done to offend her enough to want me dead.

Padma raises an eyebrow, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Oh, you mean more off than usual? Because she's always been a bit... Eccentric."

I scoff, eccentric, she's just excited about her subject at times.

Su's eyes however widened in concern as she took my words seriously, "What do you mean by 'off'? Has she been acting strangely?" She wanted to know, already peering around as if Professor Sinistra would show up any second.

I nod, my expression serious, I had my warning, but even disregarding that, she had been acting a little different. "She seems more dazed at times, almost like she's not fully present. She's forgetful too, like she's not herself, It's not like her at all."

I didn't have classes anymore with her, and hadn't heard anything about her losing focus in them, but I spend a lot of time watching the stars, and I've run into her a few times where she's seemed not all there.

Padma folds her arms, her demeanor thoughtful. "Alright, let's assume she is cursed. How do we find out without drawing too much attention?" She asks, looking at me expectantly.

I hesitate before speaking. "We need to observe her closely and gather any clues that might indicate a curse. Maybe check her belongings or see if she's meeting anyone suspicious."

Even as I say it, I want to take it back, what good would any of that do? And I don't want to drag my friends into this mess. It was bad enough that Tonks was now fully mired in my situation.

Padma and the rest should be allowed to just remain kids.

Padma's sarcasm fades, replaced by genuine concern as she studies me, Su looking worried as well, chewing her lip. "Lucas, there's more to this, isn't there? You wouldn't drag us into this without a good reason." Padma asks softly.

I take a deep breath, deciding not to lie, not to my friends, not unless I really needed to. "You're right. I tried a bit of divination. I had this... Vision. Something she does in a ritual at the end of the year will kill me if I go. I don't know if it's her or if she's being controlled, but I need to find out what's wrong with her."

Su looks horrified, staring at me, her face white, "K-kill you? Lucas, that's serious! We have to help her - and you!"

Padma's eyes narrows with determination, her lips thinning. "Alright, this changes things. We need to move quickly but carefully. How do we start?"

Su took a deep breath, regaining her composure. "We c-could start by watching her during her office hours, maybe follow her around a bit, discreetly. And if we could get a look at her personal things, like her notes or even her wand, we might find something." She suggests, offering way way too much.

This is exactly what I don't want them doing. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if they get snatched up. I have the Marauders map, I can keep track of the Professors, I don't need them skulking around.

I shake my head frowning thoughtfully. "We need more than just following her or grabbing her notes - and I don't want either of you doing any of that anyway. Maybe we can find someone who knows about curses or dark enchantments, someone who might have experience with this kind of thing, does either of your families know anything about it?"

Padma shook her head. "Not my family, but perhaps we can go to the Professors. They'll never believe us, especially without solid evidence, but it will be enough if they check, surely?"

Su bites her lip, but slowly nods her head, "You could probably even report it anonymously," She suggests, "They might not believe it, but if someone like the Headmaster checks, he should find it, right?"

I nod reluctantly. "You're both right. I didn't really want to go to them, because I don't fully trust them, not with everything going on so far this year."

Dumbledore… I can't trust him with my secrets, but surely I could trust him to help Sinistra, right? I hadn't even entertained the thought, but seeing the two of them talking about getting involved… Me almost letting them. Yeah, leave it to the Professors.

"Dumbledore will fix it." Su says, still innocent to the old man's faults.

"Perhaps." I allow, noncommittally. Personally if I could believe they wouldn't immediately run to Dumbledore anyway, Snape or McGonagall would be my first choices.

Su brightens up, having another suggestion. "What about the Aurors?" She asks.

Padma smirks, nodding approvingly. "Not bad, Su, I can't believe I didn't think of that."

I rub my face, neither could I. "That's a great idea Su, I'll do that in fact."

An anonymous report first, to see if they bite. If not, I'll come forward to them to report it. I just need them to check, even if they don't believe me, just check.

How in Merlin's name I could have forgotten about the Aurors who are literally stationed at Hogwarts currently, I don't know.

Canon habit of not trusting adults perhaps. I know they aren't all that useless here. Perhaps a little trust wouldn't go amiss.

I can't do everything alone. And this definitely fell into their sphere of interest.

I smile thankfully, feeling a surge of gratitude for my friends. "Thanks, both of you. This means a lot just listening to me and helping me work through it. We need to help her and stop whatever is going to happen, and the Aurors are perfect for just that."

Padma gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Lucas, we've got this, let us do the thinking." She teases lightly, "Just make sure you stay out of trouble. We can't afford to have you getting caught up to no good if you're going to be talking to the Aurors."

Hah, they were under the impression I'd begin by talking to them in person. No thanks, I'll save that for if it's necessary.

And hey… I don't get into that much trouble. Like half of it is because of Tonks!

Su nods in agreement with Padma. "Yes, we'll do this together. We'll find out what's going on with Professor Sinistra and stop anything bad from happening."

"They won't tell us, even if they fix it. But as long as it gets done and she's okay… That's all that matters." I say, giving them both a thankful smile.

No matter how clever I get, it seems I need my friends to help me find the trees while I'm looking out for the whole forest.

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Next day, evening.

The dueling room was brightly lit, the torches burning brightly and flaring at brief intervals, casting shadows against the stone walls. I stood at one end, wand in hand, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Tonks, my official mentor now I suppose - and a constant source of both frustration and inspiration, stands at the opposite end, her stance relaxed yet ready.

"Alright, baby Raven," Tonks calls out, her voice echoing slightly in the large training room. Devoid of any of its usual equipment, it feels vaster than normal. "Time for some serious training. No holding back." She twirls her wand dramatically, "Well, no holding back for you," She teases, tongue in cheek, "I doubt you can do much if I go all out."

She knows exactly what kind of fire she lit with that comment dammit. Her eyes practically twinkle in mischievous delight as he thinks of shoving her face in a pit of mud.

I eventually nod, centering myself, my grip tightening around my wand. I've been practicing almost non-stop in what free time I didn't spend researching, honing my spells and refining my techniques - seeing no need in adding more spells until those I know are second nature.

Dueling against Tonks is enough of a challenge normally. Now it's impossible, not only because of her skill, which is pretty advanced - but because of her unfair ability to pluck my thoughts out of my head just as I decide on an attack.

Tonks gives me a mischievous grin, her hair shifting to a vibrant blue. "Remember, focus. And try not to think too loudly," She adds with a wink and a bubbling laugh.

Before I can respond, Tonks flicks her wand, sending a silent jet of water rushing towards me at tremendous speed. I barely have time to react, quickly casting a physical shield charm to deflect it. The water splashes harmlessly against the barrier, showing it was nothing but a feint, no real power behind the spell. but before I can do anything to fix my mistake, Tonks is already on the move, shouting, "Wrong! Don't shield when you can dodge, you're caught standing!"

A gust of wind hits me from the side, knocking me off balance. "Stay on your toes!" Tonks calls out, her voice filled with playful challenge. "Expect the unexpected!" She adds, with a laugh, as she showers me with tickling charms that I rush through, taking the nonsense hits to give me a chance to close the distance, laying down spells at Tonks feet to try and restrict her movements.

"Good, always restrict your opponents, make them move where you want them to." She says, before easily dancing out of the low level spells, melting a path with her wand.

I grit my teeth, pushing myself forward, firing spells non stop, trying not to think, just react as I cover her surroundings in ice, conjuring a swarm of bees to attack her, taking a lot of energy out of me.

Seeing Tonks momentarily forced to deal with the swarm, I fire a Stupefy spell towards her, but Tonks sidesteps it effortlessly, no doubt knowing the exact same time as I did that I was going to cast it - her wand moving in a blur as she counters with a blast of fire that takes out the swarm as it rolls forward towards me. I roll to the side, not bothering to shield, feeling the heat singe the air where I had been standing.

"You're getting predictable, Lucas," Tonks teases, her voice echoing in my mind. "Try something different." She calls out cheerfully with her voice.

Frustration bubbles up inside my which I realize is her point, to push me until I can control my thoughts, my emotions. I know she is right, but it is really bloody hard to stay unpredictable when she can pluck my thoughts right out of my head. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my mind.

Tonks at least giving me that moment of respite without nailing me with a spell.

She'd done it enough that I rarely even attempted to catch my breath anymore.

With a determined shout, I cast a series of spells in rapid succession letting my magic flow down my arms into my wand, not thinking of my spells, just about what I wanted, sending it forward towards Tonks, an array of stunning spells mixed with disarming charms and some low level elemental field spells flashing forward. Tonks deflects them with ease, her movements fluid and almost dance-like. She retaliates with a flurry of silent elemental spells - earth, fire, water, and air, intent on forcing me to constantly adapt and react.

At least my dodging abilities are getting a work out.

As the duel intensifies, I feel the pressure mounting. Tonks is relentless, having no intention of letting up, pushing me harder and harder, her teasing comments never ceasing unfortunately. "Come on, Lucas! Is that all you've got?" She taunts, "I've gotten more play from a morning bowl of porridge!"

Okay now that was just uncalled for, I think, responding by trying to transfigure her shoes to porridge, which she quickly counters, grinning all the while.

I can feel my frustration turning into a burning determination. I need to find a way to surprise her, to do something she wouldn't expect. I close my eyes for a brief moment, focusing inwardly on a mental image. When I open them again, there is a new resolve.

My focus is absolute.

I dart forward, closing the distance between us again, knowing distance only benefits her and her wider array of spells, and her quicker dodging time. I cast Levicorpus, aiming to catch her off guard, But Tonks of course sees it coming, deftly dispelling it and moving to the side. However, I am ready. With a quick flick of my wand, I send a pulse of magic through the ground, creating a small tremor.

While thinking of casting something different at her.

Tonks stumbles slightly, her balance momentarily disrupted. It is the opening I need. I cast a powerful binding spell, and for a moment, I think I have her. But Tonks, with a teasing coy smirk on her face, recovers quickly, her wand is a blur as she deflects my binding spell back at me.

I try to evade, but hours of training strains my legs and I find myself wrapped tightly in magical ropes, my wand slipping from my grasp. I struggle with the bindings, but it is no use. I am most definitely caught.

Tonks lowers her wand, walking over with an easy grin. "Not bad, Lucas, but you need to work on your follow-through. You hesitate just a second too long sometimes between decisions, it has to be instinctual."

I sigh, slumping slightly. "I thought I had you." I grumble.

Inwardly I acknowledge that I always really knew I didn't have her. This new advantage of hers is just that unfair. But I did finally manage to catch her off guard.

"You almost did," Tonks admits, sparing my feelings no doubt, her tone encouraging as she sits down next to my bound form, patting me on the head. "You're getting better, but you need to trust your instincts more. Don't second-guess yourself in the heat of the moment."

I nod, absorbing her critique. "I'll keep that in mind."

"I can literally feel you being hard on yourself, knock it off." She says, lightly swatting me, "You don't really see what it is you're doing, do you?"

"I'm sure you're going to enlighten me." I say with a weary huff.

"In trying so hard to hide from my cute thieving butt, your facial hints are completely disappearing, even your body language and movements are lessening to the point it's going to be almost impossible to tell what spell you're going to cast once you get real dueling practice." Tonks explains, brightening my disposition.

"Really?" I hadn't noticed at all, but then I can't exactly see myself while dueling.

"Really." She confirms, a wicked grin on her lips, "Once you get to dueling proper, no other kids are going to have any idea what to do with you."

"But not adults." I confirm, lowering my head.

Tonks sighs, patting my shoulder, "Look, I get why you're so motivated, but the good duelers, the Death Eates and Aurors, they already know this stuff, so you'll need plenty more to catch up."

"You don't hide your emotions or expressions!" I accuse, feeling the sting of knowing I'll still be far far behind the likes of even Peter Pettigrew for some time.

Tonks raises an eyebrow, "Don't I?" She muses out loud, tapping her lip, not saying another word. Letting me know there's a lesson I'm missing.

I frown as I go back over that duel, the latest of dozens of duels over the last few hours. "You go the opposite route, so many cues, the teasing, the looks, the flourishes, you obfuscate by overloading."

"Yep, I'm not very good at closing everything off, so a tutor my mum arranged for me taught me to go the opposite way." She laughs suddenly, "Oh how it annoyed Ophelia to no end…"

I'm glad she's able to mention Ophelia without going into a complete depression, but I'm also not going to touch that for all the gold in Gringotts.

Tonks's grin turns mischievous as she wipes some sweat from her brow. "And one more thing to always remember - always be prepared for the unexpected."

Before I can react, not that I can do much tied up, Tonks pulls me into a tight hug, transferring a considerable amount of sweat onto me with the way she rubs against me. I yelp in protest, trying to squirm away. "Come on, Tonks! I'm already sweaty enough!"

She laughs, ruffling my hair affectionately. "Consider it part of your little brother training, baby Raven. Builds character." She says sagely.

"You're going to let me go now right?" I say, watching her warily.

"Hmm, now what would be a real big sister reply to that?" She says thoughtfully, tapping her chin, a coy look in her eyes.

"Tonks… Tonks! You're just messing with me right? Tonks!?"

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That night, Hufflepuff dorm,

I sit on the grassy floor of the dorm room I share with Neville, poring over a book on advanced transfiguration. It's a quiet evening, with most students occupied with their own studies or already asleep. I am pretty deeply engrossed in my reading when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

As I only share a room with one bloke, there's only one person it could be.

Looking up, I see Neville standing a few feet away, looking slightly nervous. "Hey, Lucas," Neville begins hesitantly. "Do you have a minute?"

I close my book and smile encouragingly. "Sure, Neville. What's up? I wasn't keeping you awake was I?" I ask, glancing over to his bed, to find that his covers were still on. I blink, unsure how I missed the fact he hadn't gone to bed yet at all.

Usually I'm the night owl, not him.

Neville shifts uncomfortably, glancing around as if to make sure no one was listening - weird thing to do in our dorm room. "I just... I wanted to talk to you about Tonks." He says, sounding reluctant to even say as much. And considering he is the one bringing it up in the first place, it just makes this conversation weirder.

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What about her?" I ask, some dread pooling in my stomach. Has he noticed our connection? How? Who would think mind connection just based on our recent behaviors?

Merlin, if Neville is catching on, Dumbledore and Snape definitely did!

Neville took a deep breath. "I've noticed she's been really close to you lately. And with everything that's happened, I wanted to make sure you're okay with it. I mean, she's brought a lot of trouble your way, and I just want to be sure you're not feeling pressured to keep hanging around her. Or that you're not doing it out of guilt." Or because her family offered you a place, he doesn't say, but I hear it anyway.

I'm relieved it wasn't about what I thought, and touched he's trying to look out for me.

My expression softened. I appreciated Neville's concern, even if in this case it is misguided. "Neville, I understand why you're worried mate. But don't worry, I'm not hanging around Tonks because I feel pressured or guilty. She's become a good friend, and I value her company." Most of the time.

What can I say, she can be very annoying.

Neville nods slowly, still looking unsure. "But with everything that's happened, and the dangers you've been facing, are you sure it's worth it? I mean, maybe keeping a bit of distance might be safer for you." He squirms a little as he says it, seemingly regretting saying it as soon as it came out of his mouth.

That disastrous duel/beatdown is what it all boils down to isn't it?

My friends may have accepted Tonks sticking around, but they'd never really trusted her fully after that.

I sigh, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, "I get where you're coming from. Tonks has definitely complicated things, but she's also helped me a lot. She's been there for me in ways I never expected, and I've learned so much from her. Besides, the dangers I've faced aren't her fault for the most part, a lot of the issues came from Ophelia and she's gone now."

Besides, Tonks literally graduates in like two months. It's a bit late to come with this, although I suppose I'm surprised he did at all.

They don't know I'll have a lot more contact with her after graduation then what would be possible for most.

A mind connection will do that.

Or their soul bond of love as Tonks insists on specifying it as.

Neville's brow furrows, his face firming up, "I just don't want to see you get hurt because of all this. You're my friend, Lucas, and I care about what happens to you and you don't seem to take care of yourself all that well. I guess I'm just worried Tonks might be a bit... Too much sometimes."

It was a remarkably polite way to say that she had been acting partially insane for most of the year.

Also this whole thing made me feel guilty, because obviously my nightmares, pain, and lack of sleep lately - had just exacerbated the previous worries they'd had over me going overboard.

I smile warmly up at him, just because I'm going to continue as I am, doesn't mean I don't appreciate his worries. "I appreciate that, Neville. Really, I do. But I've made my choice. Tonks is a part of this, and I want her to be. She's not forcing me to do anything. If anything, she's been trying to make sure I'm not getting in over my head."

Less said about her absolutely beating my ass in training the better. Good reasons or not I don't see that soothing his complaints.

I foresee a lot of groveling in Tonks future if she wants to win over Neville however.

Is it bad I'm looking forward to that?

Neville relaxes slightly, a small smile forming on his lips, his eyes still slightly hesitant. "Alright, Lucas. As long as you're sure. Just promise me you'll tell me, us, if you need help, okay?"

I nod firmly. "I promise, Neville. I'll keep you guys in the loop. And thank you for looking out for me. It means a lot."

Neville's smile grows a bit wider. "Anytime, Lucas. We're all Hufflepuffs." The pride in his words is such a change from what would have been.

I'm glad that in the crap sack death world this is turning out to be - some small things do turn out better.

With his worries soothed, Neville gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading to his bed. I watch him go, preparing for sleep with easy and stress free movements. I feel a renewed sense of gratitude for my friends. No matter how complicated things got, I know I'm not alone. And that made all the difference.

My face firms up as I feel a tremor run through me, the pain slowly disappearing, I barely have them anymore, which means I can stop worrying my friends as much.

And my friends are why I need to plan and prepare for the end of the year.

I can take on the burdens.

But they shouldn't have to suffer through another reign of Voldemort.

Heh, all my talk when this started of just fucking off once things started getting bad.

I had been one naive idiot.

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History of Magic, Professor Haywood's office, weekly meetup.

Sitting in Professor Haywood's office is always a pleasant experience - when I forget I'm suspicious of her anyway… It's hard to remember when we both get excited discussing magical history.

The room is filled with an eclectic mix of ancient artifacts, books and trinkets from various magical cultures - creating an atmosphere that was both scholarly and inviting. She'd finally had time to properly fill out her office, and it showed.

Today, the aroma of freshly brewed tea added to the cozy ambiance as I sat opposite the bubbly History of Magic Professor for our weekly little get together.

And yes. As much as I like the subject. It is still weird.

"Isn't it fascinating, Lucas?" Professor Haywood says animatedly, as always forgetting to be professional with last names and such once she got going, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "The ancient Celtic druids were so adept at blending natural magic with their daily lives. Their rituals, their understanding of the ley lines - it's just incredible!" She strokes the spine of the ancient book they'd been discussing, almost lovingly.

"What I wouldn't give to have lived one day in their lives." She says wistfully.

I nod, sipping my tea. Not quite as excited, but enjoying the discussion. "Absolutely, Professor. Ever since I started reading about it I've always been intrigued by how they used natural elements in their spells. It's a very different approach compared to modern magical practices."

Most Wizards and witches didn't use any elemental nature at all in their lives, let alone their daily ones. Just as muggle culture lost a lot over centuries, the magical one had as well.

The ebb and flow of dictators and puritan governments, with knowledge being purged, people executed who couldn't pass on their traditions - absolutely tragic.

At least I still had the chance to one day quiz some ancient ghosts for some of that lost knowledge.

Professor Haywood beams at me, clearly delighted by my continued interest. "Exactly! Their connection to nature was unparalleled. They believed that every tree, every stone, held its own magic. And their festivals! Oh, the stories about Beltane and Samhain - magical energies at their peak. They used those times to cast their most powerful spells and perform their most sacred rituals." She deflates slightly at that, "Not at all the same as later periods when it comes to those particular ones." She grumbles.

I silently agree, annoyed at how many magical traditions had been almost eradicated. It wasn't something I spoke loudly about - but the purebloods were right about some of their complaints against the Muggleborns.

I put down my tea, leaning forward, genuinely interested to speak more about ritual practices of ancient history. "Do you think any of their practices influenced modern wizarding traditions? I mean, aside from the obvious holidays." I obviously knew many, but there was a chance she knew something I didn't, knowledge outside of Hogwarts Library was fairly scattered amongst different families.

Professor Haywood nods eagerly, her blue eyes practically twinkling as madly as Dumbledores. "Oh, definitely! Many of our current rituals and celebrations have roots in those ancient practices. Even some of our potion ingredients and spell components can be traced back to druidic use. It's like they laid the foundation for so much of what we do today."

And yet Druidism is practically a lost art now. It's still practiced in certain parts, but certainly not taught in great enough amounts to replenish their numbers.

In my lifetime Druidism was likely going to die. Something that never fails to piss me off just thinking about.

The conversation flowed seamlessly, both of us well practiced at this now, with me soaking in Professor Haywood's infectious enthusiasm. She was not just knowledgeable but also passionate, making even the driest historical facts come alive. We discussed various Celtic artifacts and their supposed magical properties, the significance of ancient stone circles, and the role of the druids in their society more like geeky friends than Professor and student.

This entire thing was weird and always had been. But if I stopped coming I know I'd miss it terribly.

As we reach a natural lull in the conversation, Professor Haywood sets her cup down and fixes me with an indecipherable look. "Mister Greenwood, you've been spending quite a bit of time with Nymphadora Tonks, haven't you?"

Back to Mister Greenwood I see…

I look at her oddly, blinking, caught slightly off guard by the sudden shift. "Yes, I have. We've become quite good friends, and you know she hates that name." I add good naturedly.

Also, I'm totally tattling to Tonks about it. Mostly because she'll probably pluck it from me anyway - so this way I get to be the loyal friend.

Professor Haywood's expression turns more serious, though her tone remains gentle. "Tonks is a wonderful person. She's bright, talented, and has a heart of gold. But she's been through a lot, and she doesn't need any more people in her life who will give up on her or lead her astray." She cautions.

I feel a pang of defensiveness at that. "I'm not planning on giving up on her, Professor. Tonks has been a great friend to me, and I care about her."

Literally couldn't give her up now. And besides… You don't sacrifice like I did if you weren't willing to go the extra mile for that person.

And this isn't the first time for this kind of discussion either.

Professor Haywood leans in slightly, her eyes searching my face. "I'm sure you do, Lucas. But intentions matter. Tonks doesn't need friends who will bring more trouble into her life. She needs stability, people who genuinely care about her well-being and won't abandon her when things get tough."

She thinks she's speaking to a silly first year. Smart, very smart, but liable to back out at hardship, she doesn't understand me at all…

My jaw tightens slightly at her assertion. "You mean like you did?" I fire back.

The words hang in the air, and for a moment, there is a tense silence. Professor Haywood's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and regret flashing across her face. "Mister Greenwood, that's not entirely correct. I never meant to -"

I cut her off, my voice calm but firm. "I understand that people have their reasons for their actions. But don't assume I'm here to cause problems for Tonks. I know she's been through a lot, and I'm not going to add to that. If anything, I want to help her." I left her cutting all contact with Tonks for six months out.

I can only fight so many of my Professors at once - this isn't a game where I have to collect an achievement.

She sighs, the tension easing out of her posture. "I'm sorry, Lucas. I didn't mean to accuse you. I just worry about her. She's like a sister to me despite… My own faults, and I've seen how deeply she can be hurt by people she trusts."

Ophelia, they both obviously think, sharing a look of understanding.

I nod agreeably enough, understanding the concern in her eyes. "I get it, Professor, I really do. But you need to trust that Tonks knows what she's doing at this point. She's strong, and she can handle herself. And I'll be there for her, no matter what."

Tonks had a spine of steel, had just gone through too much for too long, but now she was back, and I doubted she'd ever break again.

In fact I would be there to ensure it never happened.

Professor Haywood studies him for a moment longer before giving a small, appreciative smile. "Alright, Lucas. I'll trust you on this. Just... take care of her, okay?"

I return the smile, feeling a sense of resolve. "I will, Professor, you have my word."

For obvious reasons the meeting is cut short shortly thereafter.

I ponder Penny Haywood for a moment. Wondering why she is so weird.

She's constantly treating me like I'm actually older. Then seemingly remembering I'm not, and scrambling to act like a Professor again.

Her being flustered enough to switch between Lucas and Mister Greenwood when addressing me said as much.

Well, she still didn't seem like she wanted me dead, so still low on the priority list for me to figure out.

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That night, The Undercroft.

I am beginning to think I'm entirely dependent on rituals and Divination at this point.

My skills in other areas are growing rapidly, but my intuitive abilities with the older arts, almost lost to the mist of time - was just an equalizer I couldn't resist using.

I can't match the likes of Professor Quirrell, he'd crush me like a bug before I could even move. But in preparing for something, I could make it so I'd know when and where and how.

It doesn't guarantee a victory, but it sure as hell helps.

For all that Ominis had locked the more useful parts of the library up again, I had peeked through enough ritual books to expand my knowledge.

This time I wasn't doing something quite as foolhardy as last time.

No bargaining with forces of nature or putting it all on the line.

I've prepared meticulously for this divination ritual, knowing that any mistake could lead to myself receiving false intel - which would be way worse then it not working at all.

Pulling off too many divination rituals loosened the strength of the predictions, which is why I was cheating again, because I am not putting any of this divination mojo on myself.

Which should technically work.

Four small mice, each in their own intricately carved cage, are the focal points of the ritual. The intent is to grant them the ability to sense and predict the whereabouts of Professor Quirrell, a vital step in unraveling his future actions.

I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves - even with a simple ritual I always feel something. I place the first mouse in the center of a pentagram drawn on the floor, surrounded by candles flickering with an otherworldly light - that is not actually that difficult to pull off, only labor intensive, it's taken me three weeks to craft the candles to the specific need I had.

I sprinkle a mixture of powdered moonstone and crushed star anise over the mouse, whispering incantations to channel my magic and that is the divination itself into the creature.

"By the power of the stars and the knowledge of the ancients, grant this creature the sight to see beyond the present," I intone, my voice steady and clear.

I made up the words myself, this ritual doesn't have an incantation. But with my knowledge of the story aspect magic tends to run in - it literally helps the magic along to do stuff like that.

A soft glow envelops the mouse, and I can feel the magic taking hold - time will tell if it's the correct magic. I repeat the process with the second mouse, enhancing its ability to predict Quirrell's location an hour ahead - the first used to always be able to predict his present. The third and fourth mice received similar treatment, each gaining the power to foresee Quirrell's movements two and three hours into the future, respectively.

I'd have used more mice, but it would have watered down the usefulness of the ritual.

As I complete the ritual for the fourth mouse, I feel a surge of energy pass through me, confirming the success of my efforts - or at least a success, I believe it's right, but I need to test it. The mice should now be imbued with divinatory powers, their eyes blinded as they scurry around their cages with newfound purpose.

I watch them intently, noting how their behavior changed subtly. The first mouse stopped and faced the door, its whiskers twitching as if sensing something beyond the room. The second mouse mirrored the action shortly after, followed by the third and fourth in succession. Each mouse's behavior aligned with the increasing time intervals he had set during the ritual - or at least all looked in slightly different directions.

I sit back, satisfied with the initial results. "Now, to test this properly," I mutter to myself.

I bring out the Marauders map, taking out one mouse at a time, placing them on the map, the first mouse zeroing in exactly on where Professor Quirrell was, in his office.

"Let's see how accurate this is," I muse out loud, taking out the second mouse, noting its behavior. It faced a direction that led towards the library, predicting Quirrell's movement an hour ahead.

Sure enough, a little less than an hour later he headed towards the library - arriving one hour after. I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension - my divination ritual was working. I checked the third and fourth mice, each predicting Quirrell's future locations with eerie accuracy.

Which meant if I checked it often, I should have 3 hours of warning or so when he went after the stone. 3 hours of knowing exactly when and where he'd be in the moment he could least afford to have anything happen to delay him.

For the next few hours, I shadow Quirrell on the map, the mice's behavior proving a reliable guide each time.

This might save the day entirely…

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