Professor Montague McGonagall Was in his lecture hall. He was half excited half nervous about his class today. His daughter had already proven herself competent. So much so that he actually had her assisting him instead of learning with the others.
On the first day they only spoke on theory and then he asked if anyone could open a dimensional door. The answer was supposed to be no but Hazel had razed her hand with confidence. When she opened a level three door Professor Montague was left standing with his mouth agape for several minutes.
That day, after classes, he took her to the glass caves and looked her straight in the eye and asked her to open the highest level dimensional door that she could. She looked at him for a long time as if she didn't know what to do. Finally she shrugged and resigned herself to the situation.
She opened a level ten dimensional door. He thought he had gone truly insane for a long moment. Then the glass and mirrors of the caves began to rattle and she immediately closed the door.
Now you may say we'll of course she is powerful. She had been studying since she was three. The truth is Tan Dimension didn't want young witches and wizards sitting at home bored and playing with blossoming magical abilities. So these students were sent to the academy to essentially be monitored not taught.
Of course Hazel would not sit and do nothing even if Shyla was not constantly telling her what to practice when. She learned how to navigate the library and get books too advanced for her age group and even the forbidden ones.
She was a self taught witch with innate divination skills and a powerful pet that always made sure that she was advancing.
After she had opened that dimensional door, and then closed it without any problems he knew. He knew that she could open secret doors, and walk the dimensional folds
Soon it became clear just how advanced she was, and not just in traveler magics. He sent a dimensional owl to his wife and told her everything. She had the same reaction he did and for a week or two they were both debating what they should do with their daughter.
Now she would help him to teach her peers. It always excited him to see her so capable. He became nervous when she taught things that he didn't know. Not that they were in correct but that they improved upon his process. He had always been proud that he was the best traveler in two dimensions and within the top five when thinking about all explored realms.
He hated to see her do something or explain something that no one ever heard of. Well, not hate. He was envious.
As the room filled he collected his thoughts to the topic of the day. They were still essentially working on theory and not putting anything into practical use. By next class they would try opening basic portals..
Hazel quietly came in and took her seat. She hated being the assistant but her father refused to teach her concepts that she had not yet fully grasped. He wanted her to be more careful. She understood. She had been opening doors, making sure they were stable, and making sure they could accommodate who or what was traveling. But she had yet to travel.
This week would be her first attempt. Of course she was not going to tell her jittery father that.
Her father began lecturing on the stability and capability of portals and how to maintain and keep the standard needed. He looked to Hazel and she stood up smoothly. Her father wanted a portal and not a dimensional door. Portals were much easier to create and maintain.
Hazel took her stance. She exaggerated each movement with pauses in between so that her father could explain. Her wand was in her hand and the center of the shiny ebony wood glowed varying colors. She moved her wand in a loose circle and began slowly speaking the encantation. "Aperi hanc ianuam aperi fas me videre lucem". A stream of white light swirled in black flowed forth and moved in the same clockwise motion as Hazel's wrist. A portal formed quickly. It was pure white with black swirling edges.
Professor Montague walked to it and analyzed its status and was once again impressed with Hazel's work, she had opened a stable capable portal to the depths of the schools dungeons.
He paused. How did she know about the dungeons?
"You're a better traveler than your father aren't you? Both Michael and Trace looked up from their dinner at Rosa's question. They then thoughtfully turned their gazes to Hazel.
"I guess. But I have a cheat and you know that."
Rosa nodded as she slowly chewed her food. She knew that Hazel had divination skills that she couldn't fathom. And she knew that her talent was innate. That meant it would automatically help her with whatever she did.
"Are you going into the dreamscape tonight?"
"Yes. I found out somethings about this Voldemort person and I want to tell Harry."
"And when will we get to meet him and his friends."
Rosa did not look up from her food when she asked. Hazel raised her head and narrowed her eyes at her friend.
"You can not have them Rosa."
Rosa looked up from her food and smiled, her eyes a vibrant purple. When she spoke her voice was pitched higher, ethereal, and a combination of at least three voices."
"Why can't I have them, at least one? I will not touch Harry."
Hazel's eyes narrowed and wisps of black smoke rose from her shoulders. "If you touch one of them I will cause you great pain."
Rosa coughed and blood oozed from her now green eyes but she still looked at Hazel with a smile. Hazel had used a vocal soul attack on her. Only the target felt the affects of the magic.
Rosa smiled only because she was in constant competition with Hazel so she continually tested her to see how powerful she had gotten. Michael immediately began healing Rosa and saw that it was not working. He looked to Hazel.
"Help her Haze!"
"She will be alright. I am not going to allow her to take anyone else from me Michael."
Michael and Trace gave her angry looks as Rosa merely smirked.
Hazel, of course, continued to eat her dinner.
"So only theoretical stuff huh? Well it is first year. Why don't you bring your book here? Reading and intentionally wanting to learn here in the dreamscape allows you to learn and retain much faster than normal."
Hermione was suddenly very excited.
Hazel shrugged. "Maybe we can figure out some of them on our own. I have greater control of my dreamscape. I can create targets that, when damaged will not harm me."
"I will bring it in next time." Hermione frowned. "How do I bring it in?"
"Have it with you and know definitively that you want to bring it in with you. I will handle the rest."
"Is that why we always have on clothes when we come here?"
Hermione smirked even as Hazel nodded in response to Ron's question.
"Exactly. You do not realize it but you subconsciously definitively do not want to go anywhere naked. So my magic brings you onto the dreamscape in the clothes that you are wearing. And because it is a definitive feeling your clothes are exact replicas. It is a part of the magic."
The other three looked at Hazel with wide eyed dumbfounded expressions. Hazel pretended not to see them.
"Now about this Voldemort. Sorry." Hazel apologized to Ron when she saw him twitch at the mention of Voldemort.
"He is truly quite a despicable human being. I see why En Dimension stays ready for dark arts attacks. I have only read two of the books I found on him thus far. It is mostly about his early years.
"Firstly he was born Tom Riddle and his mother was of an important magic family while his father was muggle born. For some reason, the book didn't mention why, he was raised in an orphanage.
Tom Riddle was exceedingly smart but Dumbledore continually failed to acknowledge him as so. I mean his scores acknowledged it but he never was head boy or had the house points to show such things. I found that interesting.
"His name is important somehow. For some reason I feel you will meet Tom Riddle. And I do not mean Voldemort I mean who he was when he was Tom Riddle."
"Is that possible? I mean he is Voldemort now." Harry asked Hermione because that was always his go to when he did not know or was confused. She shrugged and looked to Hazel. Hazel shrugged as well.
"Of course it's possible. Someone could manipulate time and fate and send him back, he could rip a part of his soul and attach it to something and it would stay frozen as that exact him at the time of the soul tear."
"Who rips their soul"
"It is actually more common than you think. Next time I should have information on the dark spells that he used. If you know before hand you can work on counter spells. It seems that he killed quite a few witch's and wizards using some forbidden magic."
Hazel looked up, causing everyone else to do the same.
"Someone is about to awaken Hermione."
Hermione stood as if she had been called on in class and she had not been paying attention.
"OH. Okay. I will see you next time Hazel." She smiled brightly and a few moments later she was gone.
"We should go to. I feel like you do not sleep much." Harry paused. "Still, do you think we could meet again tomorrow. I feel like I have not really talked to you."
Hazel smiled and hugged her brother.
"Of course we can. I feel the same way. Like I keep being taken from you or you from me."
"Exactly."
"Until next rime Ron."
Ron gave a weak smile.
"Next time."
Hazel smirked and sent them back and then left the dreamscape herself.
"Although not the worst of all the possible curses and hexes they are the most powerful curses human beings can cast and they have been banned across all the explored dimensions."
Hazel looked up from the book she was reading, probably understanding true terror for the first time in her young life.
'What has my family fallen into?'