Y/N's consciousness gradually emerged from the depths of sleep as Dumbledore's voice reached her ears. She blinked, her gaze focusing on the figure of the wise old wizard sitting by Harry's bedside. His words held a weight of profound understanding, and she listened intently.
"Professor Quirrell couldn't bear your touch, Harry, because of your mother's sacrifice for you," Dumbledore's voice resonated with a deep sense of ancient wisdom. "Such an act leaves a powerful mark, a protection of sorts."
Dumbledore turned his attention to Y/N as her sleepy response filled the air. "Ah, Miss Crimson, finally awake?"
"Urf," Y/N mumbled, half-conscious and still tangled in the remnants of sleep.
"Ah yes, 'Urf', a most eloquent awakening," Dumbledore quipped with a chuckle.
Harry's curiosity joined the conversation. "Wait, I don't quite understand, a mark?" he asked, his hand instinctively reaching for his forehead.
Dumbledore corrected him gently. "No, Harry, not a visible mark, but one that resides deep within you. It's not something that can be seen with the eyes, but it's a presence that lingers."
"What is it?" Harry's inquiry held a note of urgency.
"Love, Harry. The power of love," Dumbledore's words were spoken softly yet carried immense significance. His voice seemed to echo with the weight of a fundamental truth.
"Professor?" Y/N's voice was laden with curiosity and a touch of confusion.
Dumbledore met her gaze with his characteristic twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, Y/N?"
"In that room... something strange happened," Y/N began, her words carrying a weight of uncertainty.
Dumbledore's patient demeanor encouraged her to continue, and he inclined his head, prompting her to elaborate. "The flames... they seemed to respond to me. It was as if they were alive, reacting to my presence and even my thoughts," Y/N explained, her words tinged with wonder.
Dumbledore listened attentively, his expression serene as he absorbed her account. Then, he posed a question that hinted at a deeper revelation. "Would you like to know why?"
Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued. The gravity of the situation became clear as Dumbledore added, "And would you like Harry to hear this as well? It's a matter of great importance and privacy."
"Yes," Y/N responded, acknowledging the significance of what Dumbledore was about to share. Her gaze shifted toward Harry, silently conveying that he should be a part of this revelation.
With Harry's presence acknowledged, Dumbledore continued, his voice measured and thoughtful. "Y/N, have you ever wondered why your parents abruptly moved to America, seemingly for the sake of safety from Voldemort?"
Y/N's brow furrowed in contemplation. "Yes, I've always assumed it was for protection, for all of us," she replied.
Dumbledore's eyes held a depth of insight. "That is certainly one reason. However, there is more to the story."
"You possess a great power, Y/N," Dumbledore's voice held a mixture of solemnity and encouragement. Y/N's brow furrowed as she listened intently, a sense of intrigue settling over her.
"Extend your palm," Dumbledore instructed gently. Y/N complied, extending her hand with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
"Now," Dumbledore's voice took on an even softer tone, "close your eyes and focus. Tap into that instinct, that feeling that surged through you when you wanted to save Harry, when you felt your very existence hanging by a thread. Relive that moment in your mind."
Y/N followed Dumbledore's guidance, closing her eyes and delving into her memories. She let her mind wander back to the intense moment in the chamber, where she had felt the urgency to protect Harry despite the danger to herself. As she recalled the sensation, a subtle energy seemed to stir within her, a connection to something profound and elemental.
Her palm, held out before her, tingled with a strange sensation, and a subtle warmth enveloped her. In her mind's eye, she felt a surge of power, as if her very essence was intertwined with the flames she had commanded.
"Focus on that feeling, Y/N," Dumbledore's voice was a guiding presence in her mind. "Let it flow through you, recognize it as a part of you."
Suddenly, a small flame burst forward in Y/N's palm, small— but noticeable, confusion etching onto her face, Dumbledore holding a satisfied smirk.
"You've been blessed with the power of the Flame, Y/N." Dumbledore said blankly, Y/N tilting her head to the side, the flame dissipating.
"The Power of The Flame?" Y/N echoed, Dumbledore nodding. "I've never heard it before— it's not in the textbooks." Y/N rambled, Dumbledore chuckling.
"Oh dear child, I'd be impressed if you found it in the textbooks. It's simply in your blood, only your family and those dear to them know, it is a grave secret." Dumbledore replied, Y/N's mouth parting.
"Why didn't I know?" Y/N questioned.
"Because you weren't supposed to know. Your parents wanted to suppress it," Dumbledore sihged out. "Your blessings wrecked havoc, it disrupted your growth, at 4 months old, you were already talking full sentences and running."
"Of course, the public took notice, your family is quite the topic, after all. You set multiple buildings on fire, you wrecked havoc, you were far too advanced for an average 4-month-old, and people wanted you, Y/N— they wanted you." Dumbledore said cryptically.
"Wanted me?" Y/N echoed, Dumbledore nodding.
"Wanted you for your power, for what you could become," Dumbledore explained, his gaze steady and piercing. "Your parents made the difficult decision to keep your abilities hidden, to protect you from those who might exploit them."
Y/N's mind raced, processing the weight of this revelation. The power of the Flame, a hidden gift that had shaped her life without her knowledge. It explained her affinity with fire, the flames' response to her presence, and the inexplicable incidents of her childhood.
"Why are you telling me this now?" Y/N's voice held a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"Because, my dear, you've reached a point where your power can no longer remain dormant," Dumbledore said gravely. "The events that have unfolded, the encounters you've faced, they've awakened something within you. It's time for you to embrace and understand this gift."
"But what does it mean? What can I do with it?" Y/N's questions spilled out in a rush.
"Your power over the Flame grants you control over fire itself," Dumbledore explained. "With practice and guidance, you can learn to wield it for protection, for defense, and perhaps even more. But remember, great power comes with great responsibility. You must use it wisely, lest it consume you."
"Why was my control absent before, and why has it emerged now?" Y/N's inquisitive voice pressed on.
"Your parents, Y/N, they sealed your abilities within you. This phenomenon occurs once in every century—a rare blessing akin to a celestial anomaly. Fate chose you as the vessel of this century's blessing," Dumbledore elucidated.
"However, you are not alone in wielding these unique powers and talents, Y/N," Dumbledore's voice lowered, drawing her closer to his revelation. "Across the globe, there exists a group known as the Blessed Children. Born on the exact same date, in the very same year." Dumbledore's words were soft, like secrets shared in the dark.
"Six Blessings, each distinct: Flame, Water, Air, Telekinesis, Electro, Earth," Dumbledore enumerated, his tone carrying the weight of a long-held truth. "These gifts are dispersed throughout the world, their recipients scattered as the stars above." Dumbledore's words resonated with cosmic significance.
"Should one of these Blessed Children claim the life of another, they would inherit their blessing."
Dumbledore paused, his gaze holding Y/N's. "However, I believe your convictions stand against such actions, don't they?" he inquired, Y/N's response hesitant but affirmative.
"No, I couldn't... I wouldn't," Y/N's voice was filled with conviction. The idea of taking another's life to gain their power felt abhorrent to her. "But why would anyone want to do that?"
"Different motives, Y/N. Power, greed, the desire for dominance," Dumbledore's gaze held a hint of sadness. "The darker aspects of human nature can twist even the most extraordinary gifts."
Y/N's mind raced, processing the gravity of what Dumbledore was revealing. The existence of these other Blessed Children, each with their own unique abilities, added a new layer of complexity to her understanding of her own powers.
"I've never heard of this before," Y/N murmured, her thoughts swirling.
"That's because the knowledge has been carefully guarded for centuries. The world is not yet ready to know of the Blessed Children and the potential consequences their abilities can bring," Dumbledore said solemnly.
"What am I supposed to do with this information?" Y/N asked, feeling a mixture of responsibility and uncertainty.
"For now, focus on honing your abilities, learning to control the Flame within you," Dumbledore advised. "The path ahead will not be easy, but with determination and the guidance of those who care for you, you can navigate it."
"What if I were to unveil my abilities to the world?" Y/N's voice held a thoughtful murmur. "Wouldn't it seem somewhat insignificant? After all, spells can conjure flames too. Why are my powers unique?"
"The blessing doesn't merely bestow flames upon you, Y/N," Dumbledore's reply was measured, his eyes holding a depth of understanding.
"It encompasses far more than our comprehension can grasp. Even the most ancient scholars would falter in comprehending the full extent of these blessings. Their true nature is known only to the Blessed Children themselves, only for them to find out."
"If any of the Blessed Children opt to reveal their gifts to the world, they possess the freedom to do so—none can hinder their choice. The essence of these blessings isn't solely confined to conjuring flames; they encompass a vast array of potentialities. What sets your abilities apart is the exclusivity of their control, a power that only you hold, a dominion over your own flames," Dumbledore disclosed.
"Can these powers defeat... You-Know-Who?" Y/N murmured.
"Y/N, consider this: will you dedicate yourself to honing your abilities for the greater good? These powers hold a remarkable potential—they were once so influential that the Blessed Children, the Archons, ruled over the world in bygone eras."
"And to address your unspoken question, yes, these powers have the capacity to overcome the threat of... Voldemort," Dumbledore's voice remained steady.
"There is no need to shy away from speaking his name, my dear. You possess a might surpassing his, one that's latent and waiting to be cultivated. Your potential is vast, a gift of chance and destiny combined. Use it wisely, for it carries the responsibility of greatness," he emphasized gently, his gaze sincere and encouraging.
"...This is quite overwhelming," Y/N admitted softly, earning a chuckle from Dumbledore.
"It's certainly a lot to digest, and I assure you, there's much more to these mysteries than what I've shared. My understanding is limited," Dumbledore sighed, a hint of bemusement in his tone as Y/N chuckled.
"Well, I must take my leave now. I wish you the best in your journey with these newfound blessings, Y/N. Regrettably, I can't provide the necessary guidance for your training; the path of the Blessed Children is often a solitary one," Dumbledore stated with a resigned sigh. He stood up from the bed, and Y/N and Harry exchanged amazed glances.
"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans," Dumbledore muttered, a playful gleam in his eye. "In my youth, I once encountered a vomit-flavored one. Unpleasant experience, I assure you," he added with a wistful smile. "Since then, my enthusiasm for them has waned."
"But I believe a toffee would be a safe bet," he continued, reaching for the container. "And to complement that... Ah!" he exclaimed with mock enthusiasm. "Earwax," he declared, walking away with a satisfied smirk. Y/N and Harry couldn't help but exchange bemused looks.
"I don't even know how to process that," Harry murmured.
"Best not to overthink it," Y/N replied with a chuckle.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N : yahhh u have fire powers very cool
and no u dont have fire powers bc of ur red eyes that's just Caspian's genes and foreshadowing