War for Hogwarts: Episode 5 (A Harry Potter Fanfiction by Mark Borne)


Mark entered Transfiguration Class, both nervous about the Amnesia Curse, and excited for cooler spells. But Professor McGonagall looked at Mark sharply. “Mister Sanderson, you are exempt from this class. Professor Dumbledore would like to speak to you in the courtyard.”
            “Me?” Mark squeaked. You always squeak when your plans turn upside down.
            “Yes,” McGonagall replied, her voice remaining stiff. “As for why, I have no clue, so don’t waste your breath.”
            Mark glanced at Sofi, whose eyes had gone wide with surprise, and then at Kiera, who’s eyebrows were arched.
            “What’s going to be taught in this class?” he asked, and noticing McGonagall’s disproving face, decided to head immediately to the courtyard.

“The clouds are darkening,” Professor Albus Dumbledore said to Mark.
            The greatest wizard alive, and his first words to me are about the weather?
            “Um, yes, sir,” he agreed. “You wanted to see me?”
            “That would not be inaccurate,” Dumbledore replied, and looked at Mark. “I fear this Amnesia attack might be related to the attack on Hogwarts that your sister witnessed, and stopped.”
            “Pardon me?” Mark inquired, suddenly interested.
            “When your sister was in Ravenclaw, she managed to stop a tickling curse from taking over Hogwarts,” Dumbledore explained. “Unfortunately, the attack patterns of this Amnesia attack match the Tickle attack. That is why I wish to see you.”
            “I’m not my sister,” Mark shrugged. “She said she was able to divert the crisis with knowledge and spells. I’m really only good at making friends. And not even that.”
            “Friends and allies seem to be just what we need,” Dumbledore agreed. “I have gotten back from tracking the origins of the Amnesia curse, but I was unable to stop it, and I found myself back here, with no clue as to where to look. Whatever we’re fighting may be a more important threat than Voldemort, at the moment.”
            Mark frowned at this. Dumbledore couldn’t fight the Amnesia Curse, and he wants me to? And to top it off, he’s using Voldemort’s name? I thought Dumbledore was smart.
            “So what are you going to do?” Mark asked him.
            “I plan on sitting down, eating some candy, and coming up with a decent plan,” Dumbledore replied with a strange smile. It didn’t seem sinister, or even insane, but Mark was unable to read its meaning.
            “So we’re doomed,” Mark sighed.
            “I never said doomed,” Dumbledore told him. “Throughout my years teaching at Hogwarts, many promising students have come under my wing. Newton Scamander, James Potter, at one point Tom Riddle, although his potential swung in a direction I didn’t approve of. Hopefully, one day, Harry Potter will join the ever-growing list. You are another of those promising students, though, Mark Sanderson. The potential you possess isn’t limitless, but it can provide a light in the darkness. Hope.”
            Mark cringed. “I’m going to be honest, all I really understood was Harry Potter. Are you talking about the Harry Potter, whom You-Know-Who tried to kill?”
            “Yes, he is alive and well,” Dumbledore nodded. “I will speak more when the other arrives.”
            As if on cue, Hailey came around the corner. “Professor Dumbledore,” she said in greeting. She turned to Mark. “You’re here, too?”
            “Yes, he is,” Dumbledore told her. “We must speak of the Amnesia Curse.”
            “It’s scary,” Hailey shivered. “I have no clue if I’m forgetting anything or not.”
            “You’d know if you had forgotten,” Dumbledore told her. “Right now, it’s at minor strength, so forgotten memories are left blank, as if you spaced out. When it gets stronger, it will began to remove sections of the day and perhaps even chunks of the past as well. I believe you two are the keys to this puzzle.”
            Mark and Hailey exchanged a look. “I’m sorry to question you,” Hailey muttered, “but you do realize that he’s a first-year, right? He doesn’t know many spells, or potions. My sister’s got a bigger chance, and she only recently learned of magic.”
            “Hey!” Mark protested.
            “True, true,” Dumbledore nodded. “But you can train Mark. I hereby exempt you from all History of Magic classes, in order to allow for personal study time. I would not be opposed to you skipping Astronomy classes, either.”
            “What if we’re hit by Amnesia?” Mark inquired.
            Dumbledore gave him a hard look. “Don’t forget.” He chuckled a little to himself and began to walk away slowly.
            “Start tomorrow?” Hailey asked, obviously trying to use as little words as possible.
            “Absolutely,” Mark nodded. “Kiera promised to help me study for Potions and Charms, but those sessions barely take up any of the day. If we get up bright and early, we should be able to get down several spells.”
            “Good to hear,” Hailey nodded. “Don’t sleep in.”
            She walked off briskly. Mark rubbed his forehead in worry. “I’ll try to remember,” he told himself, but immediately felt worse, because no one would ever get to hear that joke he had made.

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