Letters I Can't Send

Y/n's POV

"You need to tell someone—Dumbledore," Quinn tells me when I tell her about the dream I had and my stress about the letter, and the stress for what this could mean for me. Everyone else had gone to Hogsmeade for their free afternoon. I could never step foot there again, and we both know it.

"But I don't know if I'm right..." I say. We are sitting on the cushioned couch in the common room, undisturbed by anyone else, thankfully. "Why wouldn't he tell me?" I ask the question I know she couldn't answer in a whisper. "Why would he keep it from me and his wife? Now I don't know anything anymore. I don't know what's true and what's just fiction inside my head. I don't know if I'm just paranoid and had a strange dream—I—I mean, it would make sense, right? Like if I read something, it could end up in a dream I have that night. That doesn't mean its what really happened...?" I'm spewing the contents of my mind at Quinn, who sits there silently across from me, listening thoughtfully.

When I finally press my hands to my face is when she pulls me into her arms. I think I cry too much with her.

Quinn's POV

I'm holding her like I have so many other times, when I hear footsteps coming from the boys' dormitories. He makes his way down the steps swiftly and I see him, not once letting go of Y/n. and of course the boy that comes down those steps is Draco Malfoy, because the world has to punish us in the form of blonde arrogance.

But I know something about him, and I don't know if he realizes it too, but he has this passion around Y/n. something I admire, something I wish I could feel for a person. He looks at her like he's she's the only star in the sky, the one that shines brighter than the others, but never gets noticed. But he noticed. He speaks to her with a mockery that sounds like flattery. And teases her like it's his favorite hobby. He notices when she's hurt, when she unstable and needs something.

I know me pointing it out would kill him, but he could never deny it.

But when he enters the room, he stops in his tracks immediately. He sees us curled on the couch, Y/n's face buried in her hands. He knows. Of course he knows.

But still, I narrow my eyes at him and grit out, "Keep moving."

I watch his eyes as they go from defiance, to lofty, then to the faintest understanding, and finally to his eyes closing in on all emotion. His mask goes on and he straightens his jacket, and leaves.

Smart decision.

Y/n's POV

I look up from my hands just as he's leaving. I watch his form walking away and I see him look back, catching his blue eyes with mine. He says nothing, then steps through the door of the common room, closing it softly behind him.

..........

Only on the Monday after the first task, I was pulled from my studying in the library by Professor McGonagall. It was hours after classes ended and I was surprised to be taken away so easily.

And I find myself now, sitting in Professor Dumbledore's office, bouncing my foot on the marble floor. He's looking at me like he's waiting for something. He's waiting for me to start speaking.

"Miss Ellis," he begins, so I suppose my silence has sparked his inspiration to start the conversation, not me. "do you know why you are here?" the room has four people inside, not including myself. I counted Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Mad-Eye Moody.

"...Because of the first task?" I ask, trying to sound innocent even though I know I've done nothing wrong.

Dumbledore nods once, a stern confirmation. "From what we know, you passed out in the middle of the task, and, from the looks of it, it almost looked like you were having a seizure. Do you have anything to add to it?"

I don't say anything. I don't know why exactly the topic makes my head spin or why it makes me want to leave or change the subject. It scares me, and that's all I know.

"Your friend, Miss Carson," this grabs my attention. What in the world did Quinn have to do with this? "she said that you had gotten a certain letter from your father which upset you greatly, and she said it had something to do with you passing out."

I gulp. Why did she tell them? How could she rat out my secrets to the heads of the school?

But I shouldn't be this petrified to tell the truth to them.

"What were the contents of this letter, Y/n?" he asks me gently.

I sit up straighter. "He told me that he...he was running. From the deatheaters, because they were trying to recruit him to their cause. Because he said that he's...psychic or something. He said...he said there was an imposter at the school," I hear McGonagall gasp from behind me. Moody shifts beside me. "I think he knows who it is, but he won't tell me."

There is a moment of silence for the new, valuable information.

"Miss Carson also informed us that you had a sort of dream while you were unconscious. Can you tell us more about that?"

I inhale a deep breath, swallow and begin. "my father had also written to me that he had been chased by the imposter the night we arrived here at Hogwarts. I saw the chase in my dream. I saw him being chased. I witnessed the struggle."

Dumbledore interrupts my anecdote with a question. "And I am assuming you were watching it from your fathers eyes, correct?"

I shake my head. "I was watching from the imposters point of view," I state simply, not thinking much of the answer. But I realize something is off when I notice the adults in the room share a look.

Snape speaks for the first time in this little discussion we are having. "And you cannot tell us who the imposter is?"

I shake my head. "No, sir."

"Do you think you have the same abilities as your father?" Dumbledore asks me.

I feel sick. Nauseous. Faint. "I—I—don't know, maybe?" I blurt out, my heart pounding. I see Moody shift beside me again. I glance at him for a mere second.

"Did anything else happen that we have not discussed, Y/n?" Dumbledore speaks again.

I think for a moment. Several things happened. I was held by two different people, one of which I had sworn never to get that close to ever again (which I had probably made that promise before, but never stays for more that a year). I cried my eyes out with my best friend, who has just told things about me that she had no right to tell. I had a minor existential crisis—which I am still having. "I think that's it, sir," I reply.

He nods, once to himself, then again to Professor Moody. "Take her to your classroom, Alastor." I look around, confused.

"Wh—why? What for?" I ask, almost like a silent plea to not make me go with him.

Dumbledore looks at me, and calmly says, "Your training starts today, Miss Ellis. If we believe that you have a psychic ability like your father, then you must learn control."

a/n: I'm sorry if I always have her cry to Quinn, but I feel like crying to Draco all the time would just give damsel in distress and we can't have thatttttttt lol (but we will have more crying to draco in the future, we just have to balance between him and the best friend ofc, bc they are equalllll)

And gang, this plot, imma crash out bc gosh dang it she holds POWER and I love a girl who holds power (I'm a girl so it's not creepy or anything LOL)

also, I dropped a meaningful hint about Quinn when she was holding us, just putting it out there <3<3<3<3<3<3