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The whispering had started then and had gotten louder and louder, until her father found her and cast a few selected hexes to the group of wizards. And she had heard it again, a few moments before she fainted in the Chamber of Secrets, when she met Tom Riddle face to face for the first time. She had dismissed the memory both times, either as childhood fancy or fear induced illusion but now… It was getting stronger and was more than a mumbling; it was words. And it wasn't a language that she knew. The dragon moved closer and the words grew louder; there was a rhythm to them and something that pushed her to speak them. The dragon moved again and she gave into the pulling;
She almost stopped at the sound of her own voice; clear as crystal and too mature for her years, the words rose from her throat and flowed in the air, high notes soothing and charming the dragon slowly. And she would have stopped if the dragon hadn't blinked as if it was struggling to keep its eyes open.
Ginny had no idea what she was singing -because the rhythm, even if slow, wasn't speaking- but the dragon seemed affected by it; the creature had lowered its head to the ground, its tail moving along with the notes. Its legs trembled as it started falling asleep.
And falling on the ground with a loud thud, the dragon fell asleep. Ginny looked at its slumbering form in shock. What had just happened? Had she just done that? She shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. Why was she still standing there? She turned around to leave and walked straight into a woman that was standing right behind her. A woman dressed in a pale blue dress and a dark green cloak, who had dark brown hair and the most vivid grey eyes she had ever seen. This was one of the two witches from the Sisterhood. She let go of what seemed to be a pendant around her neck as she looked at Ginny.
"Hello." She greeted the girl as if a large dragon wasn't asleep a few feet behind them.
"Hello." Ginny croaked back, trying to comprehend what was happening. The only coherent thought that flared inside her mind was "I have no idea what I'm doing".
"I'm Astrid." The woman said. "What would be your name, young siren?" Siren? Ginny thought startled. An image of mermaids crossed her mind as she regarded the woman, Astrid, confused.
"I'm Ginny." She said. "And what do you mean by siren?" Astrid's eyes widened at the question.
"And completely unaware of her talents I see. Even more interesting." She looked at the sleeping dragon with a smile. "I was wondering why you did that; the dragon would have never hurt a tamer…" Ginny's eyes widened at the foreign term and Astrid laughed again, more shocked than amused. "And you know not about that gift either."
"What gift? What happened just now?" Astrid looked at her with penetrating eyes; she couldn't be that much older than her, Ginny vaguely noted, but held nothing of her air. She now understood why members of the Sisterhood were treated as royals; they looked the part.
"Walk with me and I'll explain the best I can." Ginny agreed and gathered her discarded satchel. They walked in silence for a while until Astrid spoke. "A tamer or beast-tamer is a wizard or witch with the ability to control and, up to a point and after training, communicate with magical creatures. I saw how those dragons reacted to you this morning; haven't you noticed?"
"I did." Ginny said. "I just didn't know… I didn't think anything of it."
"This dragon wouldn't have hurt you either; it was just curious. It probably had never met a tamer before." Ginny felt oddly guilty about what she had done.
"Is it going to be alright?" She asked the older woman. She simply laughed.
"Oh, you just put it to sleep for a few hours; judging from the song you chose, you never meant to hurt it!" Astrid said.
"But I didn't choose the song!" Ginny protested, making Astrid stop dead in her tracks. This was crazy; just completely and utterly insane!
"What?"
"I didn't even choose the language!" The redhead explained. "I just wanted it to stop." What's wrong with me, she thought, panic starting to rise.
"You didn't know what you were singing?" Astrid asked, looking at the girl shocked.
"No. It was the whispers in my head." Ginny winced at her own explanation, but Astrid seemed thrilled.
"You sang a lullaby. One that I'm very fond of. And the language was Irish." She started walking again. "Sirens are witches that have the power to submit others to their will through their songs. The stronger the listener, the more they resist. The stronger the siren, the more she enchants. And you seem to be a very strong one indeed." Ginny followed Astrid openmouthed. She was a what? But that would explain the dragon asleep in a clearing in the forest behind them. She walked past Astrid lost in her thoughts before she realized the older woman had stopped.
"Why are we stopping?" Ginny asked nervously. Part of her was certain she was soon to wake up any moment now.
"I called Michaela, the friend of mine that came with me to the sanctuary; she's coming to find us." Astrid explained.
"You called her? How?" She never saw the woman draw her wand. Astrid pointed at the necklace she had been holding earlier.
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