The Memory

Welcome to Hogwarts

It was an indeed dark and gloomy night.

The full moon hung above Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the starts shed their frosty glitters in the sky stealing the light that the lamps provided for the transfers.

This year, Hogwarts will accommodate transfers from the other schools of magic as part of their advocacy of strengthening their partnership in terms of fostering the students' knowledge of Magic.

The students who wait for the transfer left their mouth hanging open as they see familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Look!" Ron pointed out as he saw one of the incoming boats. "That's the pack travelling girls from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!"

"Thanks for that commentary no one cares about." Hermione, who stands beside him scowled at him and walked out.

"She's not a fan of Beauxbatons, isn't she?" Ron asked Harry, as his eyebrows meet each other. 

"Obviously." Harry grins.

The transfers were escorted by Hagrid to the Great Hall of Hogwarts where Albus Dumbledore, and the other professors await.

"Students!" Dumbledore stands in a platform that allowed him to be seen quite clearly by the students. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" he said as he paints a smile on his face, opening both of his arms wide in the warm greeting for the students. "Tonight, as you may all notice, we are accommodating quite a few transfers from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Koldovstoretz, and Uagadou School of Magic."

The crowd applaud in his remark.

"And it will truly be my great pleasure to introduce the transfers to you tonight as they sit in this chair beside me, to be sorted according to their respective houses by non-other than, the sorting hat." he said making the crowd cheer wild. Professor Minerva McGonagall assists Dumbledore on the said activity. "First of, from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Fleur Delacour. You might know her as their school's champion from the last Triwizard Tournament."

Delacour stands in front, bowed, and proceeded to the chair to wear the sorting hat.

"Hufflepuff!" the sorting hat exclaimed that scared the hell out of Delacour.

The crowd, again, gave her a round of applause as she was greatly welcomed by the house of Hufflepuff.

"Elizabeth...Derby." Dumbledore read.

A girl with pale face, black curly medium length hair, thin rosy lips, and remarkable eyes emerge from the girls. She then sat and wait for the place that the sorting hat would give her.

"Hmmmm.....pureblood indeed. I know just what to do with you... Slyth....hmmmmm." the sorting hat seems like it's having a hard time. "With great wisdom and ambition, but bold heart....Gryffindor!" the hat screamed.

The house of Gryffindor cheered loudly as they welcome Derby to their table. Well...except from Hermione.

Dumbledore proceed on calling the rest of the transfers and placing them into just the right house.

Later that night, it seemed like only Derby was transferred to the house of Gryffindor. As the rest of them get off to bed, she sat alone in the Gryffindor's common room.

Hermione saw her and pushed the hard feelings away as she tried making a conversation.

"Have you seen your bed yet?" she asked. Elizabeth shook her head in response while forcing a very shy smile.

"Hermione." Hermione offered a handshake. "Granger. Come on! Yours is just next to mine."

Elizabeth followed her to the girls' dormitory and was led to her bed.

"There you go." Hermione said as she threw herself to her own bed.

There were no words that came out of Elizabeth's mouth that night. Later on, she watches Hermione sleep soundly and reaches for her wand.

Elizabeth was known in Beauxbatons as the only child of the filthy-rich wizard, Edward Derby and Madeleine Scotch, a very skilled witch of Legilimency Spell. A spell that allows someone to go through someone's mind, pasts, and memories. One of her dominant attributes that she inherited from her father, is the uncanny curiosity to test the limits of her magic.

Therefore, in secret, Elizabeth herself developed a spell, only she knows. A more subtle way to go through someone's memories without bringing them physical pain. So subtle that her victim could never feel the way she go through their memories.

"Mefestoprevioza." She casted her spell and her soul entered Hermione's past.

While in her head, she saw her pain and her happiness. She recognized Hermione as brave and pure hearted. Wandering her mind, she met two important people in the girl's mind. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

But the strange thing is, while seeing Harry in Hermione's mind, she was even able to recap a little of his memory.

Elizabeth's moment of interfering into Hermione's memories was cut out as the girl screamed in pain.

Elizabeth rushed to her bed and gently tapped her chicks.

"Hey! Wake up!" She said.

Hermione awakes, gasping for air and twitching her fingers in pain.

"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked as she thought it was a bad dream.

Hermione looked furiously at her.

"Why are you on my mind?" Hermione's voice cracks as she tries containing her anger.

"Me?" Elizabeth asked in surprised and anxiety. No one has ever known her presence in their head.

"Are you using your magic on me?!" Hermione sounded so angry.

She groaned in her face and walked out. Elizabeth followed her and they ended up in the Griffindor's common room.

"Hermione I'm so sorry." Elizabeth begged as she grabs her hand.

"What was that all about?" Hermione's exclaimed.

"I--" Elizabeth couldn't find the words to explain. "I'm sorry."

"What?? What do you want to find out?" She bursted in anger. "You know that the legilimens spell would hurt the hell out of me then ..."

"I wasn't using that spell..." Elizabeth tried explaining.

"Then what else would it be?" Hermione raised her eyebrows on her.

"It wasn't suppose to hurt. Trust me...I mean no harm on you." She stammered as she explains. "It's... A kind of spell... I... Made up."

"Made up?!" Hermione's voice dropped low in surprise of her statement. "Whatever...just...keep yourself out of mind from now on." She scowled at her.