One-Hundred-Sixteen: I Know What I Must Do

The Irish Adventure

The morning mist flowed through my locks and the wind through my cloke as I stepped outside the Hogwarts gate. With my cauldron in the bend of my arm, I set out to prepare for my small journey. Inside was my journal, a spell book, my wand, and of course exta outfits. Some of the contents could not be revealed. They were the reason for my mission.

Excerpt From Entry Twenty-One: A Horrible Message

“Oh dear.” I heard a voice call. It immediently woke me up. “Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.” I felt a cold hand press against me. “My child,” My eyes flew open. Floating infront of me was a woman, dressed in a gray cloak and the most screeching voice you ever hear. “Death awaits,” The woman then faded. I ran out of my dorm. Fleur was standing out in the hallway. “Tanya, I came looking for you. Zee Banshee was in my room!” “A what?” I questioned. “A banshee. She comes to the family members when one of them iz about to be dead. I wonder who it is?” She then hugged me. “Watch your back Tanya, a Delacour will die tonight. I am going to go check on my sister. Be careful and don’t let zee banshee worry you. We’ll all make it out alive.” Fleur then walked away out of my sight distance. My body still needed its rest. This banshee wasn’t going to deprive me from it.

My thoughts kept recollecting back to the banshee who appeared into each of the Delacour rooms at Hogwarts several years ago. We all were afraid that it was going to be one of us…but it wasn’t anyone. No Delacour passed. However, the banshee returned from time to time and antagonized each and everyone of us. Calling grandmother, Alana said that the only way to make it stop was to visit the banshee in her territory and scare her into telling her business. With nobody else interested, I felt like it was up to me. Not sure if I was blessed or cursed with the will to fight and stand up for what I believe it. All us Delacours are strong minded but it seems I am more driven. Maybe it’s because I’ve been through too much to care anymore.

The Hogwarts gates closed silently behind me. I glanced back as thoughts raced through my mind. Harry was spending time with Hermione today, and Colin and I hardly spoke anymore. Lately my heart was aching for Zeke to return. I was beginning to miss him, grieve him, crave him. I was also eager to hear if Kaden was doing okay. Though I love Zeke with all my heart (despite what is going on with Harry), I do miss Kaden’s friendship. We understood eachother without speaking a word, and we were able to connect in a level that I am not able with anyone else. Romance could’ve been a factor but it wasn’t, and I appreciate him that much more.

I didn’t want to use my veela wings to fly today. I wanted to try and be just a normal witch and use my broom. Ireland was a long journey from Hogwarts but its where I must go for the banshees. I was informed by Jazmine (the know it all) that there are two types of banshees: good ones, and bad ones but both share a common goal. They both are sent to warn the family of a passing, and the banshee themselves are descendants of the family. Judging by her horrific screams, we have encourted a tourtered banshee that wants nothing more than to make sure all the Delacour’s are dead. Wonderful.

The Irish country was very green and nature-y. It made me shudder. France is the only place I can call home. It was beautiful, however, I must admit. Where I was going, beauty cannot thrive or exist. I had to find this banshee and get answers out of her, no matter how relucent. I can’t say I’m not afraid.

I landed my broom infront of a secret cave and fell deep into my slumber. It was the only secret to entering the territory. Poor banshees. Wandering through the depths of the lost for all eterenity unless they be set free. I don’t know if this is something I want to do anymore….but I must. The future of the Delacour clan may depend on it.

Told From Zeke’s Point of View

Kaden and I saved ourselves from the mob but Anastasia was nowhere in sight. Kaden sat on the ground and pushed his knees to his chest.

“Where is ‘Tasia?” I questioned immediately.

“It turns out bro…that that baby is not mine. She was seeing someone for a long time….not you, not me…just someone else.” He sat down. “And he was in that big mess we had to fight.” Kaden looked down and seemed very distraught. “I guess the only thing to say is…it’s best to love than never loved at all….right?” He let out a nervous giggle. “I’m going back to Hogwarts. Thank you for saving me. I see you got your powers back…” He still seemed trouble. “I really am grateful that you helped me and all but when I return…” Kaden stopped in the middle of his conversation. “When I return, things will be different. I will get her back.” He got up and dusted himself off. “I’d watch my back if I were you.”