The Tragedy of Esmerllda Figg
The Tragedy of Esmerellda Figg
As soon as Harry sat down by that tree, his mind was buzzing so thick with thoughts, he wished he could borrow Dumbledore’s Pensive so he could get rid of some of them. The sad lonely face of Cho Chang in the ice cream shop stood out most visible in Harry’s mind. She was so unhappy. It was all Harry’s fault. If he hadn’t convinced Cedric to take the cup with him, Cedric would have lived. Cedric probably would have even see Harry vanish with the Portkey Cup, and maybe he could have gotten Dumbledore to help. Perhaps Lord Voldemort would not have risen if Dumbledore could have somehow gotten to him. Harry believed very strongly in the power that resided in the aging wizard and had no doubt that Albus Dumbledore could do just about anything.
When a mosquito bit Harry in his left arm, Harry suddenly realized that night had fallen, and how long he had been sitting their alone with this unhappy thoughts. When he went inside the house, everyone was already asleep. Ron was sleeping in his orange Chudely Canons bed, and Harry noticed that someone (probably Mrs. Weasley) had conjured up another bed next to Ron’s. The blankets were turned down, and Harry climbed inside, thinking grateful thoughts about Mrs. Weasley and her kindness.
Harry fell asleep rather quickly, but his dreams were plagued with dark and disturbing images of Cedric Diggory. When Harry was jolted awake by a flying pillow eating him in the ear, he had no memory of his dreams.
Harry opened his eyes, and put on his glasses to see that Hermione Granger was the one throwing the pillows. She was throwing some at Ron too, who grumping about being woken up, and rubbing his tired eyes.
“Wake up, you! We’ve got things to talk about!” Hermione said urgently, holding a book.
‘Hermione, what could we possibly have to talk about at this hour of the morning?” Ron said, yawning.
“Katrina Figg.” Hermione said, opening the book.
“What, did she give you OWL preparation tips or something?” Ron asked.
“No.” Hermione replied, throwing another pillow at him, hitting him in the chin.
“What’s the problem?” Harry asked.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before when I first heard her name! As soon as I heard her mother’s name, and heard she was Dumbledore’s niece, I knew!” Hermione said dramatically.
“We all know Katrina’s mom is dead. The thing is nobody knows who killed her or why. It’s a big unsolved mystery. I bought this book at Flourish and Blots when I first got my Hogwarts letter five years ago. I hadn’t read it since, and I sent an message with Pig to my house to have my parents send it to me. I just got it an hour ago.” Hermione said.
She flipped over the red book so that Harry and R on could read it’s cover. The book was called “Unsolved Modern Magical Mysterious” by Wanda Gretchen-Gitcher.
Hermione flipped to page 178. She began to read.
“One of the most mysterious things that top Aurors
and Magical Criminal Investigators can not explain
is the disappearance and death of Miss Esmerellda
Emulous Figg, a young witch who lived with her
family in the Muggle village of Surrey, England.
On the morning of July 11 1977, Figg’s
mother, Mrs. Abrella Dumbledore-Figg went
upstairs to say something to her 22 year old daughter.
When she arrived upstairs, her daughter was gone,
and on the bed was a note saying that she had been
taken away and would never been seen again.
Mrs. Figg immediately notified The Ministry of Magic.
Top Ministry Officials searched for the young witch,
but she was never found alive. Abrella Figg, who had
been a Top Auror for the Ministry joined the search.
So did the victims uncle, Albus Dumbledore,
Hogwarts School Headmaster. Other famous names
Aurors and Ministry Officials participated in the
search such as Alastor Mad-Eye) Moody, Barty Crouch
and the late Frank Longbottom. Unfortunately, no
clues were ever found. On November 15 1981,
the body of Esmerellda Figgs was found lying
alone in a small forest, about 200 miles north
of London. Nobody has any idea how the body
got there, or who her killers, and abductors were.
“Katrina’s mom was murdered!” Harry said astonished.
“Well, that’s the way it sounds.” Hermione said. “This book was published in 1986, so it’s not exactly up to date.”
“Why isn’t Katrina’s name mentioned?” Ron asked.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno. Maybe they did not know about her then. Maybe she was being held hostage by the people that held her mom.”
“Hey, what’s that sound? Do you guys hear it?” Ron asked suddenly.
Harry strained his ears until he could hear it too. It was the sound of a guitar being played. He looked out Ron’s bedroom window, which overlooked the Weasley’s garden.
“Katrina is outside playing her guitar.” he told them. “Wow! She sure got up early.”
Hermione and Ron looked out the window.
“I wonder if she even knows who her real father is.” Harry said. “She was she lost her parents when she was two years old. She can kind of remember what he looks like. She told me he could remember his eyes.”
Hermione sighed. “At least you know your parents names, Harry. She doesn’t. That’s so sad.” she told them.
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