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July 14th 2023
Prompts: Heatwave & a gif of an open window with curtains blowing in the breeze
Hermione found that being coped up as she was, there seemed to be days that stretched on forever. The window was open and she relished in the breeze that blew across her skin. The curtains danced a wild dance as the breeze pushed them too and fro. The heat that bore down across the cottage seemed to be stifling. To the point even Severus had forgone his normal attire to change into something much lighter. Therefore, hopefully much cooler if looks were any indication. S
“Not brewing today?”He seemed to brew everyday, to the point Hermione was worried he would work himself to death; but she used to have the same tendencs.
It wasn’t her fault this blasted curse had zapped her of all her strength.
“It’s too hot; even for me.” There was a smile laced in his voice and Hermione found it rather odd. Odder still was the fact she was stuck spending her summer with her teacher of all people. But he’d been nothing but kind, and Hermione found they could actually get along.
Given the right motivation.
But she missed Harry, and she missed Remus and Siruis too. They stopped by every couple of days, but it wasn’t the same as living with them. Her parents where something she tried not to think about.
Not after things had gone down the way they had.
“I’ve been trying to read but I can’t seem to focus on the page for more than a few minutes at a time.” A frown marred her face as she turned back to the open window. “I think I’d like to move out to the porch.” She was beyond asking if he was okay with it. They’d had one too many arguments over how polite she was.
Severus was learning to hold his tongue; Hermione was learning to speak up when it concerned her health.
It was slow going, but they were making progress.
With a practiced hand, Severus helped Hermione move to the porch and settled her onto the porch swing.
“I’ll start a pot of tea.” Sliding her book into her hand, he squeezed before he wandered off back to the kitchen. Hermione knew the tea would be a while; he always preferred to make it the muggle way. She sighed as she took in the breeze that blowed across her skin.
It felt nice to be outside; it was so rare for her to be allowed outside the house. There was just too much risk of infection, or worse. Silence fell as Severus returned with her tea, pressing the warm mug into her cold hands. He frowned at the way her hands shook before he pulled a vial from his pocket and emptied it’s contents into her tea. Hermione raised a dubious eyebrow, earning her a chuckle from the older man.
“You won’t taste it.” Hermione nodded, sipping at her tea. He would have told her if she’d need to drink it all right away.
The summer seemed to be endless in a way that frightened Hermione. Because once they returned to Hogwarts, the real danger began. The scheming and plotting would return, alliances forged and broken within the hollowed halls of Hogwarts.
The Sisters of Morgana would rise once more from the ashes.Hermione prayed that the Wizarding World was ready for their return.
She seemed to fall into a trance as she watched the curtains blow through the window. Antonin watched as Luna’s eyes glazed over. Tensing at the sudden change, he held his breath as her body went rigid and her head rolled back. Slowly, so very slowly, Luna rose from the floor until she was floating off the ground. Her mouth opened before her head tipped back and a voice that wasn’t hers echoed deep from within her chest.
“The Sister’s of Morgana awake! Feel their wrath! The Sisters of Morgana cry! Feel their pain. When the Sisters of Morgana rise, the world will burn and ruin asunder. When the Sisters of Morgana return, the world will rise anew!”
A phoenix will rise from the ashes. Antonin watched as the young girl slowly settled back down onto the floor. The dazed expression was common after visions, as was the lightheadedness. He reached out for her arm, steadying her body as she regained her bearings.
As a sudden, strong breeze tore through the room, Antonin knew the course of the war had just changed once again.
Even he had heard of the Sisters of Morgana. They were not to be trifled with. If they had returned, the Dark Lord had his work cut out for him.
It could very well mean the end of their era; before it even began. Because the Sisters numbered in the thousands, and took their vows very seriously.If the felt teh Dark Lord was a threat to their vows, they could very well insert themselves into this war.
If they insserted themselves into this war, the war was all but certainly lost.
The strategy hadn’t just changed; they were playing an entirely new game.