The room held its breath, shadows stretching longer as Hermione's words settled like a storm warning in the air.
"Why did the chain come back, Professor? Is this a sign? We must stop this before anything else can happen." Hermione says scared
McGonagall stumbles, and the kids with Hermione help her sit on the chair.
"This is not the time to discuss, kids, go back to your dormitories, no use in going back to class, and professor, please give me the chain. I will try to do something," Hermione says to Professor McGonagall and shooed the kids away.
As they were closing the door, they heard McGonagall say,
"Don't let it touch time again.....Please....."
Back in the common room, they sat in silence, each drowning in their thoughts.
The next whole week was a pretty normal week for all the kids, except Hugo, who was still muttering random sentences, like, "She's still screaming… but no one hears her Not yet.", or "They buried her in memory… but she remembers everything.", this sent chills down there spine whenever they heard it.
One night, when James and Rose were doing their homework late at night,
"Aghhhh," James and Rose screamed, clutching their head.
"What is happening? It feels like someone is cutting my head open!" Screamed Rose
"Before James could reply, searing flashes overwhelmed their vision."
The vision was vivid and jarring. Rose's heart raced as she caught glimpses of the scene unfolding before her.
"What's happening, James?" she gasped, trying to steady herself while the flashes engulfed their minds.
"I don't know! It's like... like we're seeing something that isn't here," James replied, his brow furrowing in confusion and fear.
The images continued to assault their senses. The baby cried, its small, helpless wails echoing in their thoughts, while the red hair shone in stark contrast against the dark background. The green eyes seemed so alive, filled with emotion, but the urgency of the moment made it hard to analyze what they meant.
Suddenly, the vision flickered, and they found themselves back in their common room. They were panting and sweating, the discomfort still lingering, but the images fading into a haze of uncertainty.
"What was that? Do you think it was... a warning?" Rose whispered, her eyes wide with apprehension.
James nodded slowly, feeling an unsettling chill run down his spine. "We need to talk to Aunt Hermione. She'll know what to do."
They exchanged worried glances, fully aware that the chain and its mysterious return might be connected to what they had just experienced. As the night deepened, they resolved to find answers, no matter what it took.
After a few minutes,
"Ughh, I can't concentrate anymore after that vision. My head is aching like crazy." Rose said while throwing a crumpled paper across the room.
"It's a waste, let's tackle this tomorrow, even my head feels like someone split it open. We can also ask Professor McGonagall to call Aunt Hermione so we can talk to her." James said, picking up the moonstone essay Rose was writing, and read it.
"Ya, let's not tell the others about this vision, they will be terrified." Rose sighed.
"Yeah, it's best not to tell them. By the way, your moonstone essay is rubbish. Slughorn will kill you if you submit this. I will correct it and show you how to write it properly tomorrow." James said and handed it back to her.
"Yes, please, my brain is not working at all, with this mystery of our sister plus OWLs, I will for sure collapse one day." Rose sighed.
"Think about me, I'm writing my NEWTS, ok then, Good night," James said and walked towards the boys' dormitory.
"Good night," Rose said.
While going back to his dormitory, James heard Hugo saying
"She looked like Lily. But Lily never bled stars from her eyes."
James froze. Hugo's words echoed in his ears like a curse. Back in his dormitory, he didn't even bother to change — just flopped on the edge of his bed, eyes wide, replaying the vision over and over in his mind.