Chapter 39.4- Doom Days

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“Just one more time, please think about your best memories. The times you’ve felt happiest. You need to isolate those feelings and put them into the magic. It’s not enough to just say the words and point your wand— not with charms at this level” I said, only for my words to get ignored as I was struck with another light pink bolt of magic.

“At this point if you won’t even—“ Another bolt of magic that failed to have any effect.

“Did you even try for that one?” I asked, another bolt to the face. No effect.

“You know this is a third year charm right? The little girl I’m teaching from that class could do a much better job” Another bolt, nothing.

“Can you just try listening to me for a second. Less than a second even—“ pink spell to the head, nothing but a vague sense of fogginess.

“Hold on, I almost felt something now. Keep trying like this and maybe you’ll pass your OWLs with Dennis Creevey” I said, and this time the spell that hit me made me feel like there was something crawling on my skin that I just couldn’t see. Like there was someone behind me watching what I was doing. I snapped the spell with my occlumency, but I could not deny being fascinated.

“What was that?” I asked, not even noticing that my voice had become a chill whisper.

“What?”

“I mean what was that that you just did” I asked.

“A cheering charm” She said with a scoff turning away. I felt my irritation bloom. With a snap of my wand, her body forced itself to face my direction with a crack.

“We both know that was no cheering charm. Now tell me what that spell was. Or at least what it was supposed to be.” I asked.

“I just wanted you to shut up” She said, but even as she spoke, I rifled through her mind at will. Yule break, she wanted to see if there was anything in her father’s notes that could help her get better at magic. Her father who was an unspeakable at the ministry. She found the spell notes in his drawer— a spell to isolate what a dementor did and call up that feeling at anytime. Not a spell, no. The beginnings of a ward were the major prize, the spell was just—

“Mr. Potter” Flitwick’s arm was snapping out with a disarming charm aimed in my direction. I deflected it to the side.

“We do not use magic on students at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter. And we definitely do not do what you were just doing. Out. Out with you” His shrill voice rang through the room.

“Gladly” I said, sweeping out. I was done with this.