What if there was a person with power that nobody thought existed? What would happen if that person was the last fairy? And the fairy princess?
'Drip drop, drip, drop.'
I looked up at the sky while listening to the water drops hit the stones. The sky was gray like it was sad about something and cry out all its tears. I stared at my hands and wonder if I should help the sky to get in a better mood, so the cloud could go back to its snow white color. I thought for a few minutes, maybe more and decided that I let the sky cry out its sorrow today. The ground needs the sky's tears today to not die from all the heat. I shook my head and walk deeper into the forest to think of something else. But for me to think of something was the hardest. Every day was the same. Walk, look, listen, nothing, walk, look, listen and nothing. Sometimes I played with the other creature in the forest and sometimes talk to the creature underwater. I have lost many close friends of mine, but for having lived for 10 000 years and still look like a 20-year-old girl I should have expected that. Live forever wasn't so fun all the time.
I stop walking when I realize that I was at the waterfall, not far away from the unicorns ground.
I laugh a little and rubbed my face. " I really need to do something new soon, before I make a road there I walk," I said to myself.
" Like what?" said a voice close to me.
I smiled and turn around to see Dumbledore. I was a little surprise when I saw him. Last time he was here, he was 35 years old and now he was an old man with white-gray beard and glasses.
He smiled at me and looked around. " I guess you have been a little bored with this forest. Or am I wrong, dear Midnight?."
I jump up on a rock and looked at him. " Yes, a little." He was still smiling and stared at the water.
" You didn't come here to visit, what are you hiding under your hat this time?."
He laughs and caresses his beard. " You see right through me again Midnight the fairy princess."
My smile die and I looked down. " I'm not proud of it." I jump down from the rock and looked down at the water. I looked at my reflection. Midnight blue hair that goes down to my hips, purple eyes, white skin and that surprise me even after 10 000 years is my birthmark on my arms. With black glowing butterflies that go from my hand up to my shoulder.
" I never said you have to, Midnight. " Said Dumbledore and sat down beside me.
I looked up at him. " Ok, tell me what you want."
He smiled and saw he won my interest. " I need a new teacher."
I looked at him with boring eyes. "For what?."
" Teacher for the defense of dark arts," he said and stared at me.
I stared back at him without saying anything for a very long time and smiles a little.
" So you want me to be the teacher, why?."
Dumbledore sighed. " I know it's much to ask from you, but Mr. Potter is not safe."
I thought for a second. " You mean Tom is back?."
He nods. " But now he goes by the name Voldemort. "
"Hmmm…" I stood up and looked at him. " The name doesn't matter to me, but what's the difference now?."
Dumbledore took my hand. "It's much darker time now. I feel that our power is not enough to stop him."
Is it that bad?.
Harry potter pov.
"Ron, stop eating like a pig," said Hermione while reading her book.
Ron looked at her with his mouth full with candy
He swallows and took a deep breath. " I can't help that I'm hungry."
"Well, you could have waited till we come to Hogwarts. " She put down her book and stared at him.
"She is right, Ron. If you eat too much now, you maybe will not eat when we come to Hogwarts." He looked at me with hard eyes and looked like a little kid.
"But... Oh ok." He stopped eating and tried to not touch the other candy. " I heard we have a new teacher in defense of dark arts." Hermione took up another book.
" Do we know who that is?, " I couldn't help to ask.
"That's the problem, " said Ron and stared at all the books Hermione had with her. " Nobody knows who it is, only that is a woman."
"I think she is a monster," said Hermione and shut the book with a bang.
Ron and I stared at her with big eyes. We don't know who it is and she says that our new teacher is a monster.
" Take it is easy now, Hermione. I think you have read too much," said Ron and took the book from her.
" No, I just go after the book."
I shook my head. " You don't know who it is or how she look. How can you tell?."
She stared at me with angry eyes. " I am always right, so don't question me."
" Like the time when you said, Snape was the teacher who was going to steal the stone at the first year?." Hermione froze when Ron said that.
"Or the second year when you said that Lockhart knows what he's doing?."
She opens her mouth and closes it, and open it again.
" Ron is right Hermione. When it comes to teachers you don't have right all the time. And without seeing the new teacher, you can't say she is a monster." She looks down without saying anything more.
We just sat there without saying anything for a very long time. But I couldn't stop wondering why Hermione thinks the new teacher is a monster.
When we were almost at Hogwarts, I couldn't hold back. " Why do you think the new teacher is a monster?."
Hermione's face was red like a tomato. " I….I...I...I don't know."
She didn't say anything more and I didn't ask again.
"I really begin to wonder why I said yes to this. " Dumbledore stared at me for the third time for the past 5 minutes.
"Midnight, you only need a wand," He said and begin to write again.
" But why?. I have never used a wand and my magic is stronger than anything than an old stick."
"Because nobody should know that you are not a witch. If anybody know that you are the princess from the myth…"
"It will be very bad, I know," I said like a five-year-old. I really hate wands, they don't help and they don't do anything good.
"Midnight, please just do it. I know you fairy don't like wands, but please just try."
I sighed and sat down. " Ok, I give up."
Dumbledore shook his head and laughs. " Can't believe that you are like a kid sometimes even if you are over 10 000 years old."
I stared at him with hard eyes. " We fairies have a reason."
"Yeah, yeah come now. I have a wand that I think will work for you." He said and open a box.
" How do you know that?."
He smiled at me and hold a pure white wand with a purple butterfly mark on the side.
I stared at the wand and at my birthmark.
Dumbledore smiled and gave me the wand. " When the school was built, your mother left this wand for you. It's a wand that's is a little easier for you."
I looked at the wand and smiled when I thought of my mother.
" Mother always knows best."
Gently I caress the wand, I still didn't want a wand. But my mother left this, so it must be something good about it.
Dumbledore put on his hat and walk to the door. "Time to go, the students is soon here."
I look down at myself. I was in a white dress with a white robe with a hood over my head.
" I don't think I would fit in," I said nervously.
Dumbledore giggle. " I think the students will love you." And he walks away.
I thought for a second and walk after him. I hope I fit in.
The great hall
When we come to the great hall, I sat down between a short man with a white beard with green clothes and another man with black hair and black clothes. The short man looked at me and smiled.
" Hello, I'm professor Flitwick. Charm teacher and head of Ravenclaw."
I smiled too. " Nice to meet you professor Flitwick. I'm the new teacher in for defense of dark art…"
" Hope you are not like the others who failed." Said a voice on the other side of me.
I turned around and looked at the man with black clothes.
" Didn't the others do a good job, professor?."
He looked at me with big eyes, like I was the only person on earth that called him professor.
"Professor Snape, Potions teacher and head of Slytherin. The other teacher for the defense of dark art didn't do anything good. The students are really behind."
"Oh, ok." Flitwick knocks gently on my arm and whisper. " Snape had always wanted to be a teacher in defense of dark art. Just so you know he may not be friendly as you."
Just when I was going to say something back, Dumbledore begins to talk so everyone in the great hall could hear him.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. I want to welcome our new teacher in defense of dark art, professor Midnight Whitebird." He turned to look at me while clapping his hand. All the teacher and students did the same. I stood up and did a little bow. All the students stared at me with big eyes like they didn't believe what they saw.
' I guess they never have seen a person with blue hair and purple eyes before'.
"And also, Madam Dolores Umbridge is going to be here to…
A little woman who looked more like a frog in pink clothes stood up and bow.
I stared at her with big eyes. I have seen so many things in my life, but her clothes were worse than anything I have ever seen, and I don't think any kid would like to have her clothes. Before I know it, Umbridge walks in front of the teacher table and looked at all the students
"Thank you, Headmaster," Madam Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome."
Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, then he sat down slowly and looked like he didn't want to hear her talk. And the other teacher looked like they wanted to be somewhere else than hear her too. I look down at Professor Flitwick and whisper.
"Who is that?," I ask while watching Umbridge.
Flitwick took a deep breath and looked at Umbridge with angry eyes. " She is from the ministry to keep an eye on Hogwarts. But she is only trouble, like now, she interrupted Dumbledore." He took a deep breath.
" She really doesn't know how things are done here at Hogwarts."
I looked at him and back at Umbridge.
"Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" She smiled at everybody.
I rubbed my forehead, her voice was high-pitched, breathy and little-girlish and because I hear more than humans do, her voice becomes louder in my head.
"And look at the happy faces," she said like she was talking to five-year-old kids. I look around. None of the faces I could see looked happy. On the contrary, they all looked rather taken aback at being addressed as though they were younger than they are.
" Am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!".
' I don't think anybody wants to be your friend,' I thought to myself
Students exchanged looks at this, some of them were barely concealed grins. I saw few girls whispering to their friends and giggles.
Umbridge cleared her throat again ('hem, hem'), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them.
' I really don't like this woman'.
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none bowed back to her.
"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts have brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation because some changes will be for the better while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."
She bow and walk back to her chair with a big smile. Everybody was quiet after Umbridge was done with her speech, even the ghosts were starting from the ceiling with a mix of surprise and anger.
"Well… Thank you Umbridge for that ' special' speech," Dumbledore gave her a glare and look back at the students. " Now let the feast begin before." and with a clap, the food magically appeared on the tables.
It didn't take 2 seconds before every student almost jumps over the food and tried to take everything they could see. The teacher was not crazy about the food, they just took a little bit of everything and didn't act like they were in a hurry.
" Aren't you going to eat anything professor or don't you eat at all?," ask Snape and stared at me with hard eyes.
I stared back at him and gave him a smile. " Everybody must eat to survive, I just wait for a little. " I turned my eyes back to the students. The truth was I didn't need to eat every day, just one or two times every four weeks. And change that habit to eat three or four times in one day is going to be really hard for me to change when I have done the same thing for 10,000 years. And I don't know anything of this dessert, the only thing I have taste was chocolate. But now they have so many others and in my eyes, it looks a little weird. Like the bread that has a hole in the middle with melted white and brown chocolate on it. And 'jelly' I think they call, but it looks more like a frozen liquid, but it's soft and not hard.
'Why did I say yes to this?.'