Voldemort's Granddaughter

Chapter 12

The next day, Adair attempted to function as normally as possible, as if she hadn't just had a casual telepathic conversation with the Dark Lord.

She conjured up a pen for Dimitri to hang out in during the day, added a little cup of water, and summoned up some lettuce and carrots from the Great Hall for him to eat. She would have to research later if there was anything else she was supposed to be feeding him.

She went through her classes in a daze. When called upon to answer a question in Transfiguration, she had blurted out the last thing she had heard Mcgonagall saying, but it turned out to be wrong, earning her a disapproving stare from Mcgonagall and giggles from the class.

After the long day was nearly over, Adair was fully prepared to trudge back up to her bed and fall into it forever, but she ran into Harry in the common room.

She was seized with a sudden anxiety. What would Harry think if he knew what had happened to her last night? She had flashbacks to how she had felt around him when she first learned about who she was.

This was something that she could never tell him about. Voldermort was evil, but he was right about one thing: Harry would never understand.

"How did your lesson with Dumbledore go?" Harry asked, conspiratorially, drawing her over to one side of the common room.

"Ummm… horrible actually." Adair decided that she could at least tell him that part.

"Did it not work or something?" asked Harry

"Actually, it worked too well. I sorta, kinda, accidentally… broke into Dumbledore's memories."

Harry's eyes widened and he actually took a step back from her in surprise.

"You're kidding."

"Nope. He startled me while I was concentrating and it just sort of happened. I got a pet rabbit out of it though."

Harry snorted, as if in suppressed laughter at this last statement, but his eyes were still wide.

"What happened?"

"Well, you see, I was supposed to be practicing on this cute little bunny rabbit that Dumbledore had transfigured from a paper weight, and when the lesson was over I just couldn't bear for him to be transfigured back, so I-"

"No, I mean with Dumbledore! What did you see?

Now it was Adair's turn to look startled. "Harry, I can't possibly tell you that. It's private, and I wasn't supposed to see it in the first place."

Adair was surprised to feel a flash of annoyance from Harry, but he quickly recovered and said. "Of course. Just curious. That's a crazy story. It must mean you're really powerful, though."

Here it goes again, thought Adair. Another person telling her all about her great power when she didn't feel powerful at all; just small, confused, and most of all, tired.

"Yeah, I don't know… maybe," said Adair, lamely. "Look Harry, I'm pretty tired, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night -"

"Oh yeah, right. I get that. I'll see you later then, Adair." Harry turned to go but then seemed to remember something. "Do you mind if I tell Ron and Hermione?"

Adair, paused, considering. "I'd rather you didn't, Harry. It's really not that big of a deal and it's kinda personal. What's up with them, anyway?" she asked, transparently changing the subject.

"Oh, that. It's so dumb. They both obviously like each other but they won't admit it. And Ron was mad that Hermione thought he cheated at Quidditch, so he got with Lavender just to rub it in her face, I think. So now they're not talking to each other."

"Hey… better not tell Lavender I told you that, okay?" he said, as if suddenly remembering that she was Adair's friend.

"I won't, if you don't tell anyone I broke into the headmasters brain," she said, trying to make it sound lighthearted.

"Deal." Harry held out his hand and Adair shook it, breaking into a real smile for what felt like the first time today.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"'Night." he said, as he was walking away.

Adair continued through the week trying her best to forget about her conversation with the Dark Lord. She knew she had told him she'd think about his offer, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, at least not right now. She also hadn't received any messages from Dumbledore, so it seemed as if she was getting a reprieve from lessons with him as well. She wondered if perhaps he wasn't very thrilled at the prospect of another lesson either.

She did, however, spend time coming to terms with her newly recognized ability to read what other people were feeling. She learned that it seemed to come and go, and it seemed especially strong when she was tired or, strangely, when she was around Dimitri.

She mostly tried to ignore it since it seemed nosy to know what was going on in people's private lives. At the same time, it was frustrating because she would get blasts of emotions from people and she could tell what they were feeling, but not what the feelings were about. So if a girl walked by and Adair could sense she was feeling sadness, she wouldn't know it was about a breakup until she heard the same girl crying about the boy to her friend in the girls restroom. Overall, it seemed like a pretty useless power to Adair, and not worth the fuss.

Seamus's emotions continued to be among the most difficult to read. Sometimes, she thought she could feel something coming from him that made her cheeks feel warm. Then, the feeling would recede and he would be the same old Seamus. She considered the daydreams she had been having about getting together with Seamus after the Christmas holidays. It was still a pleasant thought, but now seemed like the worst time in the world to start a relationship.

February came and went and there was no word from Dumbledore. Adair tried to let all thoughts of Legilimency and lessons, both dark and light, slip from her mind.

Then, on the first day of March, as she was coming down to the common room from the dormitories, she was suddenly enveloped by a wailing Lavender. She felt Lavender's panic as clearly as she would feel a bucket of ice water being dumped on her head.

"My Won-Won is dead. He's DEAD!" screeched Lavender, as she clung to Adair's neck.

Adair grabbed Lavender by the arms and stared her in the eyes. "What are you talking about, Lavender? What's happened?"

"I heard that boy Fitz in third year talking to another boy. He was saying he saw McGonagall transporting Won-Won on a stretcher to the hospital wing and he looked DEAD. And it's his BIRTHDAY." She collapsed into sobs again.

"Calm down, Lavender. He only said he LOOKED dead. And why would they be taking him to the hospital wing if he's already dead? I'm sure everything is fine. Let's go down there now to figure out what happened."

Lavender had attracted quite a crowd of onlookers in the common room. Adair gave Seamus a significant look from across the room, and he started shooing everyone off.

"Do you need help with that, Adair?" asked Dean, motioning to Lavender, who was hanging off of Adair like a limp rag.

"No, I've got it. Have you heard anything about what happened to Ron?"

"I just heard that he was poisoned in Slughorn's office. I think he's going to be alright, though. It sounds like Harry was there to save him."

"See, hear that Lavender? He's going to be just fine. Do you still want to go down and visit him?"

Lavender nodded weakly and seemed to begin to collect herself.

Adair and Lavender made their way to the hospital wing, but when they arrived, they were told by Madame Pomfrey that Ron already had the maximum amount of visitors and they wouldn't be allowed in.

"But I'm his GIRLFRIEND!" Lavender shrieked. This did not seem to impress Madame Pomfrey.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I cannot allow it. You will just have to come back later when his family has left."

"Well, can you at least tell him I stopped by?"

"It won't do much good. He's unconscious at the moment."

This set Lavender off crying again, so Adair looked to Madame Pomfrey for more information. "He will be alright, won't he?"

"Yes, he will make a full recovery. Luckily, Potter was there to shove a bezeor down his throat and it counteracted most of the effects of the poison. He will be weak for a week or two, however, so I plan to keep him here under observation."

Adair nodded, feeling relieved, and began guiding Lavender back to the common room.

Adair sought out Harry later in the day to get his take on what happened. She laughed when he told her about the accidental Love Potion that Ron had taken, but was thoroughly shocked to hear about the poisoned wine, meant for Dumbledore.

"And you're sure that it was an accident on Slughorn's part? You don't think he could have been trying-"

"It was Malfoy." said Harry confidently.

Oh no. Not this again. Adair could feel anger, determination, and frustration rolling off of him in equal measure. Harry did not like it when his friends got hurt.

"Are you sure, Harry? I mean, do you have any proof?"

"No, I don't have any proof. But I will. And soon. I KNOW he's up to something. And I think Snape is helping him."

Adair sighed, but let it go. There was no use arguing with him when he was in a mood like this.

On the bright side, Lavender had fully recovered from the shock of learning that her boyfriend had been poisoned, and seemed to be enjoying the extra attention she was receiving as the girlfriend of the boy who had just been poisoned. Adair thought that Ron would be glad to know that Lavender was taking care to make him sound much more daring in her retelling. By the end of the week, a significant number of people were convinced that Ron had thrown himself in front of Harry to prevent his best friend catching a poison arrow to the heart.

Another bright side was that Ron and Hermione seemed to have made up, but, of course, this was not welcome news to Lavender. She seemed to believe that Hermione did not deserve Ron's forgiveness after weeks of not speaking to him. Adair couldn't bring herself to agree with Lavender in this, and tried to excuse herself from the conversation whenever she brought it up, hoping to avoid saying something she'd regret.

By the end of the week, Harry had joined his friend in the hospital wing. Harry had replaced Ron on the Quidditch team with an oaf named McLaggen, who had gone and hit Harry in the head with a beater's bat during the game against Hufflepuff. Adair went to visit them in the hospital wing and brought a giant roll of bubble wrap.

"I was planning on wrapping you up in it, to prevent any more injuries."

Harry laughed when he saw it. Ron was fascinated, never having seen muggle packaging before, and they all spent an enjoyable half-hour inventing new ways to pop the bubbles with different spells.

Yet again, Adair was settling back into normality, but ever since Ron's incident a thought had been gnawing at her. If what Harry said was true, and there was someone out there staging increasingly desperate attempts to kill someone at Hogwarts, they needed to get to the bottom of it. And what better way to find a would-be murderer than to read their thoughts? Although she dreaded it, Adair felt that it was finally time to contact the Dark Lord.