blooming (h.g x fem oc) book 1

Chapter #8

--Flashback--

In the dimly lit Hogwarts corridor, 12-year-old Alexia crept silently, clutching her books to her chest. Her heart felt heavy with worry as she approached the motionless figure of Hermione Granger, who had been petrified and left frozen.

It had been weeks since the incident, and Hermione remained in a lifeless state, petrified, unaware of the world around her.

Every night, despite knowing that Hermione couldn't hear her, Alexia couldn't help but visit her friend, hoping that somehow, her presence might provide a bit of solace. She knew it was irrational, but the bond between them was so strong that she couldn't bear the thought of Hermione being alone, even in this state.

Alexia gently placed her books down beside Hermione, careful not to disturb her. She looked into her friend's frozen face, her eyes filled with concern. "Hermione," she whispered softly, her voice a mere murmur in the stillness of the corridor. "You won't believe what happened in today's classes. We had Professor Snape, and he was as unpleasant as ever. You'd probably give him a lecture if you could."

She chuckled softly, though there was a hint of sadness in her voice. "I hope you can hear me, Hermione. I wish you were here with us. Harry, Ron, and I... we miss you so much. Hogwarts just isn't the same without you." Alexia reached out to touch Hermione's petrified hand gently, her fingers brushing against the cold stone.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to talk to her friend, sharing stories and updates on their classes, trying to keep the memory of Hermione alive. Even though it felt like she was talking to a statue, Alexia couldn't help but find some comfort in the presence of her dearest friend, even in this unsettling state.

-- End of Flashback--

It was a rainy Saturday morning, the day of Gryffindor's first Quidditch game of the season against Hufflepuff. Alexia couldn't sleep due to the nervous anticipation that was eating away at her. So, she decided to rise early and make her way to the library, determined to begin with her odd detention. 

As she walked through the castle corridors, she greeted the librarian, Madam Irma Pince, and soon found herself in the section with books about the 19th-century Goblin Rebellion, the topic of her essay assigned by Snape. She spotted the book she needed for her essay and picked it up. However, as she reached for her assigned reading, another book on the shelf caught her attention. Its cover was worn, and the name "Isadora" was inscribed on it. Alexia hesitated but eventually picked up both books, placing them on the table in a quiet corner of the library. She opened the book for her essay, intending to get to work, but her curiosity about the book named Isadora proved irresistible, it was her mother's name, what if her mother was secretly a writer?  She chuckles at her own thought.

With intense curiosity, Alexia opened the book, eager to read about this woman named Isadora. 

She began reading and found out about Isadora Morganach, a witch who had walked the same halls of Hogwarts nearly two centuries ago. As she delved into the text, the story of this enigmatic figure began to unfold. Isadora Morganach had entered Hogwarts during her fifth year, but what set her apart was her unique ability to wield Ancient Magic.

Isadora's journey through Hogwarts was fascinating to Alexia. She discovered that Isadora had not only been a talented student but had also returned to the school as a professor, sharing her knowledge and wisdom with generations of young witches and wizards. However, Isadora's tale took a tragic turn when she passed away unexpectedly, leaving behind a legacy shrouded in mystery and wonder.