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The Magical Properties.

"Wake up!" I was hit in the face harshly by a pillow.

Jumping up I looked around in panic at the abrupt awaking. Looking around I saw right away it was dark, obviously the middle of the night.

Lavender and my two other roommates were asleep peacefully in their beds; however, something was very wrong. They were all still as they slept, far too still. So still that they weren't even breathing.

Then I took into account my environment. It was the dormitory; yes, but it was seemingly darker. More shadows.

I quickly understood that I had somehow been pulled into the dreamscape. The dreamscape was the farther reaches of the mind, usually only active in sleep. This part of the mind was in charge of controlling dreams, hallucinations and if certain people were strong enough it was possible to connect with them through the dreamscape.

I had enough self-awareness to usually keep myself away from the dreamscape. The dreamscape despite mainly generating nice dreams was also capable of producing the most twisted night terrors.

Someone was trying to connect with me through here, and the only one who had a strong enough connection with me to do so... Balthazar.

"Balthazar." I yawned, "I was trying to enjoy my sleep." I went back to lying down trying to leave the dreamscape and go back to a dreamless sleep.

"Oh no you don't!" His old English accent rang out, before he pulled me so I was in an upright position.

My gaze met those of the Balthazar's sky colored eyes. He stood at the foot of my bed wearing a pair a jeans with a grey shirt tucked in and a casual black overcoat.

Balthazar has taken the vessel of a handsome middle-aged man; who was somewhere in his forties. Unsurprisingly, in his right hand was a glass of what looked like Whiskey.

Angels did not sleep, eat, or do any of the normal human functions. Therefore, Balthazar had to transfer himself inside of the dreamscape to get in.

The only reason he was able to pull me into the dreamscape with him was because I've known since I was five. He was essentially my uncle—as technically speaking he was my dad's brother.

"Now," Balthazar paused taking a sip of his whiskey that miraculously appeared. "Where in the hell are you?" He questioned, holding out his arm.

I was silent, debating on how to explain this in a way that he'd allow me to stay.

"Okay don't freak, but..." I bit my lip now wide awake.

"But what?" Balthazar's eyes narrowed.

"Well I accidentally fell into nineteen forty-three and met Albus Dumbledore. I thought he was pretty trustworthy so I told him who I really am, and then told him the future of the wizarding world. He asked if I could go to Hogwarts and try to change young Voldemort from becoming evil. I agreed and now I'm at Hogwarts in nineteen forty-three trying to change the events." I said quickly, all in one breath.

His mouth fell agape the glass dropping from his fingers—shattering on the floor. His eyes shown in pure horror and shock, me only bowing my head preparing for the onslaught of discipline I was to get.

"You did what!" He viciously yelled, eyes blazing.

"Well..." I trailed off not knowing what to say.

"Well nothing, what is the matter with you Pandora? Your father made it so no one knew of your existence for good reason, and you have went and risked it all. If Voldemort were to find out about your true nature do you not think he will try to manipulate you into joining him? Or even worse, what  if this 'trustworthy' wizard speaks tales of you? Heaven will no doubt hear about it and track you down! You would be weaponized! Forced to do there bidding!" Balthazar roared out.

"Balthazar! I can protect myself, you know this. If even I see a sign of Albus betraying me or Tom finding out I will erase everyone of their memories of me." I said, trying to calm him down and make him see events my way.

"Are you kidding me right now. Pandora, I have trusted you enough to think that you are capable of traveling through the ages without causing a fuss. To be able to learn about the fine etiquette of history without revealing yourself." He shook his head in disappointment. "You need to come home."

"I have the opportunity to do something right here, can't you see that?" I exclaimed. "I can save so many lives and a boy who made all the wrong choices. I saw the light in Albus's soul, I know I can trust him. Please Balthazar, you know me—you know I wouldn't do anything to put myself at risk. This is the right thing to do—I know it. I can feel it." I threw my hands up finishing my rant, begging him to look through my eyes.

Balthazar was in no way strict. In fact he was quite irresponsible, but when it came down to my protection and care he was right there. If I was at risk he would move mountains in order to guard me. I really didn't need it though, I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

Balthazar let out a long sigh shaking his head. It was silent for a few seconds as if he was having an inner debate with himself. Slowly he rubbed his hands down the length of his face.

"You check in every few weeks." Balthazar began strictly, causing me to nod eagerly. "If there is even a whisper of suspicion from the people, you wipe their minds and leave." Balthazar said with a stern look in his eye.

"Yes, yes, I promise." I swore, leaping out of bed eagerly pulling him in for a hug.

"Okay, okay." Balthazar laughed rubbing my back as he hugged. "Listen." He pushes me away, holding me by my shoulders locking our gazes.

"I don't want you hurt. Be careful. The last thing we need is anyone on our asses." He told me earning a nod. "Great." He pulled me back into a hug.

The silence echoed around us as we hugged. In seconds I felt Balthazar leaving the dreamscape and me slipping away from it. Soon enough Balthazar had completely disappeared and I was going away.

I looked around the dreamscape in disdain, my last vision of it being my motionless roommates.

~

"Gosh; Rhiannon, you fell asleep extremely early last night, how can you still possibly be tired?" Lavender asked, buttering a piece of toast.

Walter chewed through a large sausage while also looking at me curiously. From my position of leaning on my arms, I sluggishly shrugged letting out a loud yawn. Figuring that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anytime soon, I grabbed a muffin digging into it.

"Hey, Lavender." Walter turned to Lavender with a raised brow, "What did Tom come and ask you last night when we were leaving the Great Hall?" He questioned, biting into another sausage.

Lavender only rolled her eyes in response. "He was curious as to why our new student," She motioned to me. "Wasn't at dinner. He said, and I quote 'I just want to make sure that you didn't leave her to get lost alike to earlier'." She huffed, blowing a hair out of her face.

She then turned to look at me. "You never told me Riddle had to escort you back to the common room." She said in an almost accusing tone.

"Eh, you never asked." I swallowed the last of my muffin.

Lavender rolled her eyes, but beneath her hard gaze I could see slight embarrassment. I could only assume the embarrassment was because the Slytherin prefect had to show her houses new student to her common room.

"Speaking of Tom." Walter nudged us, tilting his head to the entrance.

In snake-like a fashion Tom and his gang of cronies glided through the entrance of the Great Hall making their way to the Slytherin table. Tom in all his glory sat in the middle of his group—his back straight as a rod throwing charming smiles to anyone who greeted him.

His eyes were brisk to meet my own, narrowing ever so slightly in suspicion. Based on what Lavender said, I concluded it must have been because of my absence from dinner last night. I only gave him an odd look in return, before directing my eyes to Walter who stood.

"We both have History of Magic next, so I'll just show you there now." Walter shrugged as we left the Great Hall waving bye to Lavender.

It was only fifteen-minutes later that both Walter and I had taken a table in the very front row on the right. Tom and Abraxas Malfoy were sat at the table next to us in the center—them being the only two people I recognized.

Professor Binns was the man whom taught this subject. He was an old man with white balding hair and unnaturally pale paper looking skin. Small bifocals sat on the bridge of his nose as he droned about the history of magic. I stand by my earlier words; History has always been my best subject in school—just because this was a different type of history didn't mean it would change anything.

Half the class was asleep, while the other's simply zoned out. Even Walter looked to be in his own world. Tom was the only one actually paying attention and taking notes—though something tells me he really didn't need to take notes.

"Is anybody able to tell me the exact age of magic?" Professor Binns questioned in a voice that suggested he knew no one would know the answer.

I looked to Tom expecting him to answer alike to every other class. Tom saw this and only glared at me—letting me know that for once he didn't know the answer. A smile tugged at my lips when I realized that I actually knew the answer to the question.

Eagerly I rose my hand, causing most of the class to look baffled that someone knew the answer. Tom rose a brow looking mildly surprised—not that I could blame him.

However, I would be disgracing myself if I didn't know the answer to this considering I had literally been throughout the ages. Not many people were able to say that they watched Pompeii fall, or walked side-by-side with history's most glorified leaders.

Professor Binns saw my raised hand as well, tilting his head in confusion. He looked around the room as if this were some sort of prank, but once he realized it wasn't he nodded calling on me.

"Miss Lightly." He pointed to me.

I was slightly surprised he had actually taken the time to know my name considering I was new, and he didn't seem like the type to memorize his students. Not that I could blame him—no one payed attention!

"No sir." Is all I said, causing him along with the rest of the class to look at me in perplexity.

"Pardon?"

"No, I cannot tell you the exact age considering magic really has no exact age. Magic is as old as time itself, but the earliest record we have of it would need to be around twenty nine-hundred B.C. That was back before any known wands, nor spells existed. Then amulets, crystals, and other relics were used to perform different acts of magic. In it's origin magic was used for purely good, and nearly every village had one witch or wizard." I explained, speaking from the heart of my knowledge.

I would know as I had visited these ages on multiple occasions. It was quite interesting to say the least. My long explanation had actually woken a majority of the students, and almost everyone in the room looked to me in shock.

Tom's blue eyes drilled into my head with such a ferocity I had to look at him. He looked to me in pure interest, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Very good Miss Lightly! Five points to Gryffindor." Professor Binns gave a bright smile, looking at me with slight pride—happy that one of his students actually knew of the fine history. "Do you mind if I ask where exactly you learned all that?"

"Well; sir, I've always had a keen eye when it came to the fine art of History. It's my favorite subject." I shrugged, earning a beaming smile from him.

He then went on to explain the earliest pinpoints of Magic, in a more flamboyant voice. Walter's mouth fell agape at this while he slowly looked to me.

"Wow, Binn's has never given out house points before, not even to Tom." Walter excitedly whispered in my ear. "Not only that, but no one's ever seen him this happy to teach. Are you like some all-knowing History god?" He dramatically questioned, looking at me as if I was some new creature.

"Don't be ridiculous." I scoffed a laugh. "I just like knowing the events which shaped our world." I smiled, seeing Binns look to me with a gleam.

"Miss Lightly, can you please explain the definition of magic?" He questioned.

"According to most in the wizarding world; magic, is a supernatural force that can alter the fabric of reality at fundamental levels. The ability to use magic is a hereditary trait passed down from a person's ancestors, which allows witches and wizards to practice witchcraft and wizardry. However, I always thought it was far more than that." I began meeting Tom's intrigued eyes briefly. "Magic is a mysterious and powerful source of supernatural power. Magic can be utilized by different types of spells, rituals, incantations or through using specific unique supernatural powers, forces, or energies. Magic can also be infused into objects and certain events have magical properties. I mean thinking of it there's multiple different types of magic. The most obvious being Human magic more known as Witchcraft, but there is so much more." I said, breaking Tom's gaze looking to the Professor who looked as if he would scream in joy.

"There's Fairy magic, Pagan magic, Purgatory magic, Demonic magic, and last but definitely not least Angelic or Enochian magic. All of which have different functions making them unique in their own way, but Angelic or Enochian magic is always at the top, almost nothing can stand against Enochian." I said, earning looks of confusion from all around the class.

I made sure to say Enochian magic in a way that made sure it wasn't obvious I possessed it. I made sure to say it in a third person fashion.

Professor Binns only smiled at the class in joy. "Those are all different properties of magic that we will get into over the course of this year and next, thank you Rhiannon for sharing that knowledge. She is correct about all this. We will learn about foreign types of magic in an order from least powerful to greatest—starting from Fairy ending at Enochian or Angelic. We will also learn about the different types of creatures and their abundant history." Professor Binns ended just as the bell rang signalling next class period.

Luckily today I had a free period after this class. "Miss Lightly will you please stay behind?" The Professor questioned just after I tossed the rucksack Dumbledore had given me over my shoulder.

I nodded, saying a quick bye to the starstruck Walter. Walter nodded sad that he wouldn't get to question me on the different types of magic. He left along with the rest of the class—the last one being Tom who gave me a long look before leaving as well. I knew right away that Tom was waiting just outside the door.

Ignoring this, I looked to Professor Binns who beamed at me. It couldn't be more obvious that I was his new favorite student. Professor Binns gave me polite smile, before he spoke.

"It has been years since I've had a student whom holds the heart of an Historian. It's quite refreshing to say the least." Binns told me sitting down. "I'm sure you've noticed my rather boring lectures. I figure since no one wants to learn about history, why teach in an invigorating manner?" He shook his head.

"Well, I'm glad I brought you a breath of relief." I smiled, my hands unconsciously running through my hair which again was plaited into a braid. "Besides you know what they say, history is our map to the future." Professor Binns placed a hand on my shoulder at that comment, giving me a pat.

"You'll do great things with an attitude like that." He smiled before nodding to the door. "Now, I wouldn't want to keep you any longer." He nodded me toward the door waving as I exited the classroom.

Unsurprisingly Tom was leaning against the wall. He looked up upon my arrival, and I knew he was no doubt eavesdropping.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop, Tom." I said, walking past him.

He wasted no time in catching up to me with long strides. He blue eyes bore into mine and once again I felt him attempting to get in my mind.

I sighed shaking my head in mock disappointment. "And here I was thinking that you would be able to break into my mind like it's a stroll through the park." Tom glared fiercely at that snark, his attempts to get in my head coming to a close.

"You weren't at dinner last night." He stated stiffly, looking ahead of us and taking slight lead in walking.

I rolled my eyes at his dominant nature. "I know." I said, earning a look of annoyance from him.

"Where were you?" He jumped straight to the point.

"I was tired, so I just turned in early." I shrugged him off, causing his orbs to catch my form once more.

"It's not healthy to skip meals." He sniffed, formally placing his hands behind him as he walked.

"It's also not healthy to be tired, I just chose the latter." I pointed out, a small smile tugging at my lips.

He only rolled his eyes looking to me. "Well, don't do it again. I expect to see you at every meal." He demanded leaving no room for argument, causing me to tilt my head.

"You don't even go to lunch most of the time." I pointed out, scowling.

"It matters not, my friends will surely be able to tell me whether or not you attend lunch." He told me.

Why he cared whether or not I attended a meal was beyond me. Nor did I care so much as to find out, so I simply left it as is.

"I'm surprised; is History not your strong suit?" I snickered, Tom huffing in disdain.

"Actually; Lightly." He stressed my name, as if he were better than I. "I am quite substantial at History, it's you who seems to have the more than dubious amount knowledge of it." He stopped walking causing me to do the same.

"Tell me, Lightly." He walked closer to me, me backing away with each step.

Eventually my back hit the corridor wall, Tom stopping so he was just inches away from me. He hit his hands against the wall next to my head, trapping me from any means of escape—unless I chose to teleport. I almost snickered at the thought of his reaction at me just disappearing.

"Why is it that you seem to be horrid at every subject." He paused smirking at the scoff I gave him, "But in History of Magic a subject few do well in, you seem to contain possibly as much knowledge if not more than the professor himself." Tom whispered, leaning in so that his breath fanned my ear.

"History is our map to the future Tom. Besides, learning about the events that shaped out the present is pretty interesting if you think about it." I said, ignoring the odd feeling I got when he was close to me.

Tom's eyes searched mine as if looking for something, I only allowed for confusion to pass through. Slowly, Tom's head leaned down and he inhaled my scent with one large breath. I took a quick breath, attempting to stop the pounding in chest.

Once more Tom leaned up looking me in the eyes, before backing away. He watched me with mild interest not saying anything, seemingly just studying me. I became very confused when he paced back and forth in front of me, watching me keenly.

"Why are you just standing there?" He sharply questioned making me raise a brow. "Do what you normally do." He said, looking at me as if he were conducting some experiment.

Turning away from him, I made my way to where I remembered the library to be. 'What the fuck.' I mouthed the words to myself when I noticed him following me just on my heels. The walk was done in silence, but he stayed close to me the entire time.

As I walked through the rows of books, eager to catch up on the creature we would be studying in History 'Fairies' Tom made it a point to watch me through narrowed eyes. He pressed a finger to his bottom lip his eyes shining in pure curiosity as he followed me throughout the library. A sigh escaped me when I realized I wasn't loosing him anytime soon.

Standing on my toes, I grabbed a larger book titled 'The Nature & History of Fairies.' It was coated with dust leading me to believe it hasn't been touched in quite some time. Tom tilted his head looking at the book in astonishment.

"I didn't know there was a book about fairies here." He muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Did ever have a drive to know about them before today?" I questioned, earning silence in return. "That's what I thought." I said, sitting at a table.

The table moved as Tom took the seat across from me his eyes never leaving mine, as I read through the chapters. This was mostly just review, and a couple of new facts in the book. The new facts came from their nature and the review coming from their abundant history.

'Fairies come in many forms, and have been described as magical and mischievous beings from the realm next door. This realm, Avalon, is considered another dimension or reality. Fairies have been classified into two groups—one consisting of light fairies and the other of dark ones. However, there have not been many details about identifying fairy classes.' I read to myself, making a note to visit the realm of Avalon soon.

It silent with Tom simply watching me for two hours, and eventually I grew confused as to how he hadn't grown bored. Looking up I met his ice eyes, scratching my head. "Is there anything specific you need?"

"Yes, I need you to continue to read that please." He stated, folding his hands on the table his gaze never leaving my form.

'What the fuck' I asked to myself in my head once more, hesitantly going back to reading.

'It seems they also suffer from arithmomania, a mental disorder that may be seen as an expression of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Sufferers of this disorder have the overwhelming impulse to count their actions or objects in their surroundings. Because of this (and regardless of how powerful any fairy may be) it must stop what it is doing to count every grain of sugar or salt, one by one, if someone pours it in front of them.'  My eyes lit up as I read the interesting fact, never having known fairies did that.

Tom saw this and tilted his head, but said nothing. Finally having enough of this I shut the book, looking up at him. "Okay, you have sat here and watched me for two and a half hours!" I exclaimed in a whisper. "What do you want."

He eyed me calmly tilting his head toward the book. "I want you to read that." He said, making me huff in frustration.

I caught a coy smile playing on his lips from my anger. My anger amused him!

"Why?" I gritted out, causing a smirk to fall on his lips.

"Because, after you're finished. You'll be teaching me everything in that book." He motioned, causing me to scoff.

"Why can't you just read it yourself?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I have far more important stuff to be doing. So read. I expect you to be done by Saturday." He told me getting up. "Unfortunately, I have a prefect meeting I must attend." He said nothing else before leaving.

I watched him exit, my head whirling in confusion. What the fuck?