Chapter 13: Visitor
Chapter 13: Visitor
“How is she doing truly?”
Dumbledore smiled, hiding his nervousness towards the man settled casually into one of the large, battered sofas of the Staff Room. There were few enough after all who could just breeze past the wards without triggering them, and unfortunately Jareth appeared to be one of them. His power over illusions no doubt, used to mask who he truly was… or perhaps hide from the wards the fact that he was there at all.
“She is…” Dumbledore shrugged, “I have no real basis for comparison here, but she is learning. Right now, we have decided her primary focus should be learning control in the hope that lesson will spill over into the control of her abilities”
Jareth nodded, his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea as he considered this, “if you are teaching her emotional control, then that would have an effect I suppose. I doubt I have ever been known for my control over my emotions however”
“Indeed not,” Dumbledore replied, one eye carefully watching his guest at all times, “however you were born with your abilities, to you they are as natural as breathing, as eating, as walking”
He shrugged, “in time, perhaps Sarah will learn that level of control but either way, she is going to have to learn”
“I understand,” Jareth shrugged, “however I must ask you to exercise caution. I knew when I sent Sarah here that I would in all likelihood be placing a target over her head however I had hoped that she would have more time before Riddle started paying close attention”
Dumbledore stilled, then sighed, the glint of good humour vanishing completely from his eyes, “another child brought to the frontlines of our terrible war”
“It is always children who are affected worst in any war,” Jareth frowned, “worse when they end up in the fight but I’m afraid that children always end up fighting human wars. Wishes are not going to change that”
“I am not sure I can avoid Sarah being dragged directly in,” Dumbledore shook his head, “not just because of Voldemort paying them close attention but because she has become friends with Harry”
Dumbledore caught Jareths attentive, questioning frown and sighed, “I am afraid that there is a prophecy… only Harry can kill Tom”
“Prophecies are tricky things,” Jareth shook his head, “usually they are self-fulfilling. Have you truly considered the possibility that someone else might manage to kill Voldemort since the prophecy came to your attention?”
Dumbledore shook his head no.
“My point exactly,” Jareth sighed, “all prophecies mean is that someone, somewhere had decided to use a Chinese curse, placed a big target on a child’s head and said ‘may you live in interesting times’. It’s certainly not fair, but its not the be all and end all of all. Others can kill Voldemort, you just have to be prepared to ignore the prophecy”
“That’s not as easy as you might think,” Dumbledore shrugged, “end of last year Harry heard the prophecy”
Jareth rolled his eyes, “that will make bypassing the prophecy more of a challenge, the boy will no doubt try his best to fulfil it himself out of duty”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore shook his head, “Voldemort also knows of the prophecy, he certainly knows that he and Harry are linked and that Harry is perhaps the biggest threat to him”
Jareth scowled, “and so, knowingly or not, everyone works to make sure the prophecy is fulfilled. Self-fulfilling, I hate that”
“You seem awfully concerned for somebody…” Dumbledore chose his words carefully, “who is not generally known for showing concern for any other then himself”
Jareth scowled, “I do what they ask, I take the unwanted children away, they get to live full lives away from those who have no love for them, yet still, I get the bad press”
Dumbledore chuckled, “people are tricky were children are concerned, especially babies. Often they seem not to know their own minds”
“Indeed,” Jareth placed his now empty cup on the table, “Sarah was certainly one of those, but unlike most, she had a vein of sheer stubborn pride and duty running through her core that would not allow her to fail. The Labyrinth brought that out of her, killed the mask of the petulant unwanted child she wore….”
“She is better for her experiences in the Labyrinth?”
“I certainly think so,” Jareth shrugged, “that said, she did also manage unknowingly to steal the bulk of my power. That is the reason I sent her here, there are few enough places where she can learn the control she needs. I knew that would most likely bring her to the attention of Voldemort, but there was little I could do. There are laws that govern what I do too and I am afraid to teach a human my powers would be a major violation of those laws. Few enough places she could be sent too”
“Indeed, and I shall certainly keep you updated on how she is doing,” Dumbledore rose swiftly from his seat, “unfortunately, I have a school to run”
Jareth nodded, “I too have other business to attend to, Mrs Malfoy has asked for a ruling on her husband’s vaults, and I intend to see to it that she gets one. She might not like it however”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore frowned, “as far as I am aware, Narcissa does not actually bear the Dark Mark herself, I would appreciate it if she wasn’t forced into thinking she needed it”
“I give no guarantees”
“I see,” Dumbledore smiled, “you know, for someone who rumour has it, is far more dark then the so called ‘Dark Lord’ himself, you are an interesting conversationalist”
Jareth smiled, tightly, “I am not dark, I never have been, and I am certainly not light either. I am grey, I know this, I like walking this fine line, it is never boring”
“I see,” he smiled, “well, do feel free to pop in anytime you want to chat. It’s been refreshing”
Last night I dreamt I was flying.
I was the unicorn, the horn tingling as it sensed the magics surrounding me, reacting to the heavy energies of the school as I flew around it, my wings beating surprisingly slow.
It was a few minutes before I had my revelation, the wings were not there to actually make me fly, the magic did that, the wings just allowed far finer control then any magical means could, as they worked with the natural forces of the Earth as opposed to against like sourcery appears too.
Not that it mattered, not then, all that mattered was the wind rushing across my body, the caressing touch of the air as my wings beat, the sounds, the sensations, the freedom…
It was intoxicating, invigorating and a thousand other things that no words can ever truly describe.
I woke up tied to a pole outside of Hagrids house with a thick, but velvet-lined chain, stark naked.
It would be safe to say that the first thought that went through my head was ‘what the fuck’
The second was ‘oh shit’ as I realized it was dawn, and I could hear Hagrid moving around inside his house.
How the hell did I get into this mess?