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Protego Pt 14 - Dreams

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Nymphadora Tonks, it was a good thing that they had gotten the place when they did as a baby arrived out of the cosmos. Good news for the exiled older brother who had a proposal on his own mind after the elopement ceremony one day when they were a bit older and he had more to offer as a prospective husband, one more tiny relative to be at their own ceremony years off.

This year would be a rather tame interval year, between the impossible exams, but for Jewels and Lily it would be a year to try and up efforts to rebuild the bond with Petunia that got scuffed in their acceptance into Hogwarts without her. Good progress was being made of translation on notes found on the books, scrapbooks and notes photographed found to be in Parseltongue Jewels translated with ease with use of a charm that would read the chicken scratch language aloud. Mostly useless so far, but progress on tips they would hand over to others who were aimed at fighting Riddle to the bitter end.

Snape being the one to later on decide to be the main channel of that information, but for now he was still puzzled at why his friend had asked permission to date Sirius. Lily hadn’t asked what he thought prior to plans to date a seventh year named Nigel. A boy who would test the truth to the pact the entire school set the year prior to keep James from doing anything harmful to another student.

But now since day one, seeing that after supper Sirius simply walked straight down to the Slytherin dorm with his other relatives, James was trying to act like a changed person. Pretending he didn’t want to hex other students, but the proof was right there, in his eyes. That same glare and deep coldness that seeped from those dark eyes.

“Lily did you want to go? I’m getting a special pass for a night out I can take two guests.”

“You told me about it in your letter, you know I don’t like mystery movies.” Lily replied flatly as she poured over a notebook to work out the right technique for a gift for her favorite professor who had connections in the Ministry and could help her get into the Auror Program if she missed the mark a bit.

“But, it’s my first-,” Jewels squeaked in a deflated tone to the turn of her sister away to show her notebook to her boyfriend to get his tips on the spell. Right off the chair in the study hall she turned to rise up on her feet to make her way to someone else. “Mermaid day,” she whispered to herself at the reminder left in her planner on why Sirius had his first free period booked today.

“Tuesday, five o’clock.” Jewels said with a smile luring one across her dripping wet boyfriend’s face as he toweled off on the edge of Black Lake, visibly nibbled on after trying yet again to find the proper guilty pleasure snack a Kelpie would want after that peanut butter fiasco years prior.

“What is happening Tuesday?” Sirius asked and she poked him in the belly.

“My premier, Fuzzy face.” Smiling wider in a sway on her feet out of glee.

“That is fantastic,” his eyes sweeping over her face after his quick peck he left on her cheek to not get her absolutely soaked in a hug.

“Did you want to go? I get a special pass and Flitwick has to go, but I can have two guests.”

“And we’re going with Lily then? So I can color coordinate?” the sudden drop of her excitement had him, Remus and Regulus move closer, Sirius being the one to put his hands on her arms in support. “Please tell me she didn’t pick a fight, not at your news.”

“She doesn’t like mysteries.” Jewels replied weakly.

“What about Petunia?” Remus asked and she looked at him. “She like mysteries? You said you got her that historical thriller set last year for her birthday. She is your sister they don’t have a Muggle ban for celebratory events.”

That had her face light up again and she asked, “How would I even ask her?”

“Floo network,” they said together. The boys scrambled into their clothes that would be spotted with water stains so they could guide the again giggling girl to sneak through the tunnel underneath the Whomping Willow and hurry to Hog’s Head Inn, where they knew the keep would help them.

“Alberforth, Mr Alberforth!” they boys panted and had the brother to their Headmaster look them and the notable girl between them over. “Can we borrow your fireplace?”

“I am inclined to normally refuse, however you have piqued my interest, why do you need my fireplace?”

“I’m an actress,” she spoke up and his eyes focused on her, “I got a special pass on Tuesday and my sister here doesn’t want to go, so they said your fireplace could help me invite my other sister, who is studying at a Muggle University.”

“Ah, take it you haven’t used a fireplace to communicate before then?”

“No,” she said plainly and he nodded his head to the side, and took her back to the fireplace in his own private study to get a proper fire going.

“Now you put your face in the flames.” She blinked up at him and he chuckled, “No heat or burns, give you my word.” Kneeling on a cushion on the edge of the flames she settled and tentatively did as he said, stating the address and then poked her head into the flames.

A face, sudden out of the corner of her eye Petunia inside the library, parked in a seat beside the fireplace she always chose, looked up at thinking she saw a face. Not any face but her youngest sister’s, and sure enough in a fire that wasn’t there before flickering in an otherworldly red color she saw Jewels smiling up at her. In a whisper the flame began to speak, “Petunia, now you haven’t gone mad, I didn’t have time for a letter. But I wanted to say my first film is premiering on Tuesday at five, did you want to come? I can have two guests. It’s a mystery.”

“If, if you would want me there,” she said and let out a breath, “I could use a night out. Terrible exam Monday,” and Jewels smiled wider. “What are you and Lily wearing? I would hate to stick out and spoil the party.”

“Oh, Lily said she doesn’t want to go see a mystery, doesn’t like them.”

“But it’s your film,” Petunia said in a lower tone matching her sister’s.

“She’s working on an extra project to impress her favorite professor, some back up plan to win her points towards his next connection in the job field she wants.

“The police work,” Petunia said and Jewels nodded.

“Sirius said he would come, you could meet. Told him all about you.”

“Alright,” she said with a creeping grin of her own, “I suppose over winter you both could have a dinner with me and Vernon. What sort of clothing does one wear to a Witch film premier?”

“Well I’m wearing the purple dress Mummy bought me last year. Gladrags in Hogsmeade doesn’t exactly have a formal section or anything.” She accented with a chuckle Petunia shared with her.

“I would suppose not. I will wear my silver one then Mummy bought me for the same party.”

Contradictory, a low dipping purple thick strapped dress that hugged at the top to flair out in the knee length skirt in a layered deep violet color like a flower, would mix with the strapless floor length dress. Black and deep silver that would bleed out lighter in shades of silver over the layered panel skirt to mimic a flower of a different breed. Heels to match would be paired with small accenting hair pieces Jewels would design and magic up for them to match the look and make for a special night for the sisters and Sirius, who was glad to be going in support. Wearing his black to green ombre velvet dress suit embroidered in a color changing flowery pattern with a rose in his lapel to match the flower theme.

The night went absolutely lovely, and while nervous Petunia was warmly welcomed as the fellow dark haired sister they surprisingly to her heard so much about over the years. Never a minute aside from a few blips of confusion over terms used where she felt absolutely at odds with these people. On top of which she got to put faces to names in meeting Minerva and Flitwick who had been named in ample letters before.

The big shiny bow to the evening were the slew of photographs taken, many of which Jewels would copy and send to her sister when they published, same as the ones she would try to give to Lily but find later abandoned when jealousy struck in having missed the event.

Praise and compliments on the successful film had offers to have her and Bernadette film a couple more this summer. Along with news of a play they would head this winter break they’d been sent scripts of early. Word was picking up of a talented set of starlets on the rise to lead their generation. And more than Jewels had hoped for already her hard work showed proof of paying off some and room to expand on that growth in decades to come.

Already she could see herself in her gold and silver years with a long career behind her, Sirius still supportive as ever, having been at her side in every step of the way. She could see it now, and even in a few months together with just kisses and cuddles to have shared in times stolen alone without noticing it she had felt a new ache to dream of a question she hoped he might ask her to name their future together. Their future and so many possibilities of what could come of it.

“You should give him a gift too,” Lily said in a week of trying to make up and make herself feel better for avoiding the premier. “He let us both into the Slug Club. Asks us for dinners, just in case you change your mind on the stage one day.” The thought stung, that her sister assumed she might ever just give up when Lily hadn’t lifted a finger to so much as look into any of her plays or films. All the same she made a pocket watch that would sing a song only he can hear with a topaz bird on the front of it to pair oddly with Lily’s choice of a lily petal that turned into a fish Slughorn would name Francis. Gifts from two of his most talented Slug Club students he found most intriguing on their own and together.

Winter break didn’t show signs of the stage being accepted more than it had been same as come summer time the roles had been the new focus, enabling a certain empathy free ungovernable teen to come and pick up the deflated mood of the fiery haired sister who again felt left behind.

Already James had wanted to help in what the rest of his former group of inseparable friends had going on, something aided by a talk to Albus who had extended a place within a secret Order now able to make use of tips the group felt James capable of passing on without getting too much in their own plans. Eventually pulling Lily and her hopes of spare efforts towards her Auror dreams into the fold and danger. Much to the regret of her sister who aimed to keep her safe from this war somehow.

Summer didn’t do any better for either of the duo. Now Lily had dumped her boyfriend in the last week of it to spontaneously be deeply entrenched in a relationship with the somehow ‘matured’ James. The boy who always got what he wanted one way or another now had Lily Evans on his arm so enamored by him and all he swore to do to end this terrible war she was threatened by. He aimed so high that he could use the sun to block view of nothing to hide there was no way he could pull it off alone as he claimed, and Lily, blinded by her own lack of insight into how things worked felt her own dream in helping him was achievable that much easier.

Head Boy, Remus sat staring at his badge that would match the female counterpart of Head Girl Pandora, who had become very close to the blonde dorm mate of Regulus, Barty, Severus and Sirius down in Slytherin who kept muttering about Nargles and other unknown creatures. A title that came with a much needed special apartment Remus would share with her and enable him to get out of the Gryffindor dorm and study hard on his own NEWT aspirations. And to be honest, the night he knew Lily would creep in to murder James he did not want to be witness to it, knowing fully the veil would drop and his game would eventually end. He did not want to be there when James lost his nerve and began hexing people again for no reason or little reason at all.

Two days at a Muggle spa a weekend trip away to bond with Jewels was recalled by Petunia as she sat with her boyfriend Vernon in talks of finances over a future place to live. Already he was bonding with her parents and now her youngest sister, proving he’d be tolerant at least of the actress and odd boyfriend of hers, just leaving Lily as the wild card in the bunch with her new guy.

Petunia’s two year degree was up soon and his as well, with a good job lined up in the works. So now was the time to plan for the next step in her life while trying not to focus on worries she had started to pick up on for her younger sisters making their new lives without their parents to guide them like they did her. That was the drawback of being the only non-Witch child, Mr and Mrs Evans knew her world and how to help her, but not the two special girls who had been sent off to a new one.

She was planning, and to be honest if her children turned out to be Witches too she couldn’t be certain if she would be able to send them away. Sure now they would have aunts who had connections in that world, but she couldn’t imagine not being able to help her children grow and thrive all on her own. And still since that letter from when she was a child and was refused permission to attend Hogwarts she doubted she could learn about enough to be useful. She didn’t want to lose her sisters again by having non-magical children and not encouraging them to want to explore the world she didn’t feel welcomed in.

Glittering skin, more than usual and random flashes of nausea and light headedness for a few weeks now had Jewels a bit concerned for if she’d picked up a bug like some of the cast had in her second film that was shot near to a desert in Egypt. But she’d never thought she’d just collapse in the middle of her Magical Creatures class and have to be carried to the Hospital Wing.

“Keep flat, dear,” Madame Pomfrey said, hand on her shoulder as she stirred. “I heard you had a fright in Kettleburn’s class.”

Jewels shook her head, “No, it was that smell, burnt corn, I think I picked up a bug in the desert.” On the side of the bed she settled and listened intently to all the given symptoms, even noting them down on a sheet and asking more questions.

“To narrow things down, I would like to test one thing, and this stays between us, is there any chance, any physical chance you might be pregnant?” Jewels’ pulse quickened, “There are a good deal of medicines that in cases of pregnancy could be harmful, not just to a child, but to you.”

“Once,” she whispered, “We did, just the once. In Egypt when filming wrapped, he planned a nice dinner inside one of the pyramids.”

Madame Pomfrey moved her hand to lay it over the girl’s, “We’ll test for that first, and after dig from there if it is negative.”

Blue, the crystal band snapped around Jewels’ wrist changed colors and was the first step of confirmation. To be followed by a series of crystal pads laid across her bared belly to project a colorful blob with a heartbeat a small enchanted crystal recorded the sound she could play back whenever she cared to same as a projection of the image. Now she just had to tell people, Sirius, her sister, friends, professors, sure enough the whole school would know.

“There she is,” Regulus said smiling at the slightly pale teen who came up to them inside an empty hall they often plotted in.

Remus asked at her complexion, “Sneak out or did you get let out? Look a bit pale.”

“By the tree,” she said pushing a hand weakly into Sirius’ side jolting his brows up.

“Okay,” he murmured moving to go along.

“We don’t get to know?” Alastor chuckled teasingly.

“I have to, tree first.” She murmured and led the one away from the chuckling group who kept watch of the entire numb footed stroll to the unimportant pine tree where Sirius turned to face her. “You took me to the pyramids,” she said and a wide enamored smile at the memory eased across his face.

“I remember, I’ll never forget.” And in a moment something dawned across his expression, “Did that, you fainted,” sharply he drew in a breath and asked in a mix of fear and excitement, “Are we having a baby?”

“I know we, tried not to.”

The drop of her eyes to the ground halted in his lean in to tilt her chin up and have her look at him through the glide of his hand across her cheek, “This is all I could have dreamed of.” His head cocked to the side a moment, “Granted I wanted to be making 40k a year and have you well off in your own career first, couple dogs or cats perhaps, but we can do this. I can talk to your parents, we can talk to mine.”

“Why?” she asked in an uncertain squeak. “You could do anything.”

“So can you,” he said lovingly, “And I’d love to share every bend and break along the road if you’d keep me by your side. We can plan it all out, graduate, settle a place to stay and make our own for our baby. Will you keep me?”

“I will.” She said and he moved in to engulf her in an excited hug.

“We’ll plan it all out,” he said as he drew back to see her sniffle and reach up to wipe her cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid we’ll plan everything, we have time.”

“I just realized,” she squeaked, “I still don’t know my birth mother’s name, and now,” he shook his head.

“We’ll dig again. Harder. Our baby is going to know who their grandmother is. I will make certain of it.” He said and she nodded making him grin again and ask, “Can we go tell my brother or did you want to finish planning first before we share?”

“We can tell him,” wider his smile spread and he took a step back.

“Ooh,” he said and dug his enchanted pouch out of his pocket that held his belongings to find while the group learned about the startling but exciting news accentuated by the presentation of a ring box to Jewels that had her jaw drop. “I didn’t know what you liked so if you don’t like it consider it a stand in for the one we can get on the big day.”

A bit giggle worthy in size the firefly ring reached from one knuckle to the next. The face of gold to meet the upper part of the body made of five lines of small square emeralds between golden stripes shaped like a pentagon. That topped a shield shaped moonstone lower half of the body secured by simple golden prongs while tanzanite strips made out the four golden bordered wings of the firefly he said would glow in moon and starlight. Large and art deco in style the ring had her crash into his chest for the unique ring she loved that would be proof of the foundation of plans to come.

Pt 15

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