"It was one of Hogwarts Professors- Quirrell."
I look across the table at father. I finish my last spoon of dessert and listen.
"Quirrell was the one who led the troll into Hogwarts."
"Dear, I don't think we should talk about this in front of Ansh. He doesn't need to listen to this -"
"No, he does." He says firmly. "Quirrell led the troll into Hogwarts. Apparently, he got tired that students didn't take him seriously, so he planned to bring a troll to scare everyone, and then save them to appear as the hero."
"That motherfucking piece of -!"
"That disgusting fucker -!"
A simple wave of wand silences the twins before they speak further. And a stern glare has them in seats without a fuss.
"Mind your language. But yes that sick fucker deserves to die."
We all look at mother, as I begin to wonder if somehow she got possessed to?
"What?" she looks at our surprised looks "He dared to hurt my son. He I got my hands on him he would've wished for the death curs-"
"*cough* there's no need to curse anyone." Father tries to calm mother.
"But that was actually pretty stupid." Parvati brings up.
"Apparently, he was dabbling in dark arts. His mental state wasn't the best and ….. yes, it was pretty stupid. When he got found out by Dumbledore, he gave up all pretence and tried to harm the other kids in the great hall. Thankfully the teachers stopped him before he could do that."
"So what happens to him now?" Mother asks.
"Nothing." Seeing the questioning look in our eyes he continues, "He is dead. He burned to ash."
As we all sit in our thoughts, I am having a small panic attack.
'FUDGE!! He got caught. Then what happens to the stone? What about harry and the plot? It's barely the first movie and the plot is out the window already! Was Voldemort discovered? Seeing as it was not brought up maybe not. But still, what the fudge!'
"Anyway, that is the end of this topic. No need to think about a dead man. Now go to your beds. And you all are going to Hogwarts tomorrow. 2 weeks off are enough."
And he calmly walks away after dropping that bombshell. We three watch each other before turning to our mother.
"What? How long are you planning to skip classes. You both didn't even need to miss classes but we allowed it because you begged to stay with him. Now we believe he is ready to go back, so ready. Tomorrow morning you guys are going back my the floo network to Hogsmeade. From there a teacher will be present to bring you back." She shuts off all our complaints and get up.
"Looks like the break is over." I say looking at the two of them.
"Ugh! I don't wanna go. We would have to catch up on the homework. Just thinking about it gets me tired." Parvati slumps over the table.
"I know. And don't you smile, you will have to do it too. If mom comes to know you are skipping classes again-" Padma leaves the rest unsaid.
I shiver at the thought. I saw her get angry at Parvati, and I don't wanna face her wraith.
We all retreat back to our rooms.
Lying down, finally alone, I can't stop the feeling of excitement at comes in me at the thought of learning magic. I mean, I did learn a couple spells already, but I didn't know it was real. I will even get my wand back tomorrow.
'They didn't have to take it from me. I know I was told not to use magic for atleast 10 days, but I just want to hold my wand now that I know it is real. I wasn't gonna try to do magic.'
…..but somewhere, deep down…. I was more afraid than excited….
I suppress that thought, no need to think like that.
But when has wanting to stop thinking about something, actually helped.
I toss and turn in my bed, trying to fall asleep. At last, probably 3 hours or 10 minutes, I put my head under the covers, bring my hands together and-
*Lumos*
…. And nothing. This has been the case since I tried it again after my discharge from St. Mungo's. For some reason, after all my feats, I was back at square 1.
'Or should I call it square 0?'
I made sure not to try any spells for a few days, sticking to the Mediwitch's advice for rest. But even after that, this is the result.
I don't know the reason, I am afraid to even bring it up to the family.
'But I do, the reason- I am not a wizard.'
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Mr. Patil POV
"Are we sure he is ready?"
"Dear, we have gone over this. He is fine."
"But the Mediwitch said that there could be some psychological scars left. And don't tell me you didn't notice how he would sometimes zone off. How he hesitates around us. Or how he starts tenses up at the sight of a wand."
I put aside my book and put my hands on her shoulders.
"I know. I know everything you said. I am not saying that he is completely healed. But I am saying that keeping him locked up at home won't help him. Yes he zones out, but that has reduces drastically since he came home. Yes he hesitates around us, and he will continue to do so for a while till his memories come back or till he feels comfortable. And yes, he tenses at the sight of a wand, but he also has that glimmer in his eye whenever he sees magic. Just like always. And how far even is Hogwarts, he can be there in under an hour. And I have talked to the professors, and they assured me that they will take care of him."
"Look, we have done what we can. And we will still be here for him if he needs us, he knows that too. So don't worry and trust him."
"Alright. I will. But if anything happens I am bringing him back that very moment."
"And I will go together with you."