Chapter 4
A tap on my door pulls me out of my reading. I gently lay the book down at my side. The sun had set thirty minutes ago. The only light left coming from the lamp on the nightstand next to my bed.
The tap happens again, this time a little louder. I quickly open the door, my sneakers smacking the floor. Draco stands there in the same clothes as the plane. He looks more exhausted.
“Ready?” he asked, turning back down the hall before getting my answer. I hurry after him.
We walk into the dining area/sitting area/I honestly have no idea area. Lucius at the head of the table while mum sits to his right. Draco walks us to his left. I sat down next to Lucius.
“So,” he said, “should we just get into it?”
“Maybe we should eat first,” Narcissa said. “I don’t know if she will want to eat after what we tell her.”
I look between them, they just look at each other knowingly. I look over at Draco, he avoids eye contact with me.
“Just tell me,” I say sharply.
They both look at me, Lucius seems more upset for having interrupted their conversation. He pulls out a small bottle and gently sets it down on the table, I could feel Draco tense up a bit.
"I see no point in delaying the inevitable," he said. "You're a witch Calypso."
I burst out laughing but stop short once I realize no one else is.
"I'm a what?" I ask, confused by their reactions.
"A witch," he repeated.
I stare at each person. Narcissa has a small smile on her face, as if the small gesture will help me believe the words. Draco looks disappointed. Maybe he was used to being the only child and me coming back into the picture made it worse for him?
"Say that was true," I said, "wouldn't I have shown some magical properties?"
"Well," Narcissa starts, "we had to conceal your magic, but that's a story for another time."
My mind twists and turns. Me a witch? Not possible. I for one could never be trusted with something that big. Magic is only a thing for fairytales.
I should've never come with these people. It is obvious they are delusional. Magic wasn't real. None of this made any sense.
"It's true," Draco finally chimed in.
"Hold up…" I go through my head trying to put words together in a coherent sentence. "Why would you need to conceal my magic?"
Lucius and Narcissa look at each other, a hint of pain and hesitation play on their faces.
"You see, Calypso," Narcissa starts, "there was a very bad group, worse than the group me and your father, then later on your brother, were a part of. They have been around for centuries, some believed in their ideas while others didn't."
"The group wanted a powerful witch or wizard," Lucius said. "When they found out about you, they would've stopped at nothing to take you from us. So we gave you a potion, one that would hide your magic from everyone. Then sent you away, leaving no trace of you here."
"But why send me away?" I ask.
"It was either that, or another very bad man would've got to you," Lucius said, banging his hand on the table. I jumped a little, so did Draco.
"Draco and your father have brewed the counter potion to the concealment charm," Narcissa stated. "All you have to do is drink it and your magic will return."
I look down at the little bottle. That must be what she was talking about, and what business they had to attend to when we got here a few hours ago.
Every part of my common sense was telling me to leave, that these people are crazy. But the rest of me knows that they are telling the truth. Why would they go through all this trouble to kill me here? An expensive plane ticket, a bedroom, plus this plot? It makes no sense.
"What if I don't want to drink it?" I asked nervously.
"Then your body will simply erupt," Lucius said all too casually. "Magic isn't meant to be concealed, especially for as long as it has for you."
My eyes widened in horror. I'll erupt? Just like a volcano? In a way the decision was easy to pick but this still didn't make any sense. Magic? Concealment? Potions?
But I don't want to erupt. Which I'm sure they were telling the truth about.
"Okay," I say, trying to hide my horror. "I'll drink it."
"Great!" Narcissa said.
"Good," Lucius said, pushing the bottle over to me. "Tomorrow we will go to Diagon Alley and buy you a wand."
I grab the bottle. "Thanks, Lucius," I said, popping the top off.
"I'm your father," he said strongly. "You will call me what I am!"
I blink and look over at Draco, the way he isn't fazed by this behavior scared me. I don't think much of it, I don't want to make things awkward or make his temper worse.
I brought the bottle up to my nose, the smell was revolting. It was a mix of piss that was sitting in a toilet for eight days and the nastiest swamp you could think of.
If I die, I'm not going to be very happy.
I hold my breath and down the potion. It burns my throat on the way down. I set the bottle onto the table, waiting for some sort of reaction but it never came.
"Guess it didn't work?" I question.
"Did we forget a step?" father asked Draco.
"We followed the recipe," Draco answered.
Then I felt something going on. The room slowly starts to spin. My stomach aches as though I haven't eaten in four months, yet I have no desire to eat.
"Calypso?" Mum asks. I look down at the table. I suddenly stop when I get a look at my arms. They have gone completely pale.
I feel Draco's hand on my shoulder and the sounds of his voice, though nothing is being retained. My breathing quickens, my heartbeats in my ears and neck.
I shouldn't have drank that potion…
Then, just as fast as it came, it stops. My breathing slows to a normal speed, my head stops spinning, my stomach stops aching, though my skin still is pale.
"I think I should lay down," I say, slowly standing up from the table.
"I'll help," Narcissa said, walking over to me.
"I think I'll be okay," I said. Truthfully I think they did enough damage for the time being. I might get lost on the way to my room, but it's better than having one of them force another potion down my throat.
"Goodnight," Draco whispers to me as I pass him.
"Goodnight,” I said on my way out of the room.
I still didn't have full control over the spinning yet, but it was bearable. I could see where I was going without running into anything.
I turn the corner but come to a stop when I see a little creature standing to the side dusting a vase. It softly hums to itself.
It turns around when it hears I made my way into the hallway. Big blue eyes staring at me. Long ears poke out to the sides like dogs when they are in trouble. This creature can't be more than three feet tall.
"Mistress Calypso," it squeaks at me, "so good to see you."
Before I know it, I'm screaming at the thing. It looks horrified before it completely vanishes from the hallway. My screaming slowly makes my head more fuzzy.
What did I just witness? What was that thing?
I'm falling towards the ground while my vision slowly becomes black.