Mental Training

Gemma lay down on the couch of the drawing room as Headmaster Dumbledore instructed her to do so.

"Very good dear, now try to relax, I'm going to put you to sleep," Headmaster said slowly as he stood over her.

"Asleep I have to be asleep for this too?" Gemma asked showing her nervousness.

"I'm afraid so, my dear, it's the only way for the magic to take a firm hold." Dumbledore explained.

Even though every nerve in her body screamed that this wasn't right, she knew it was what she needed to do to finally take down Voldemort.

"A-alright," Gemma said trying to convince herself, "l-let's just get this over with."

Then Gemma saw the headmaster wave his wand over her, and she felt tired really really tired. Her eyes started to slowly close and she heard her headmaster begin a long incantation.
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Gemma awoke from a deep slumber. She awoke on a couch? Oh that was right, the last thing she remembered was the headmaster doing some spells on her to get her ready to go undercover.

As she got up she heard the heels of her black pumps touch the floor. Wait...black pumps? Had she been wearing shoes when she met the headmaster?

Gemma looked down and stared at her shoes trying to remember. Then it came to her. Of course she was wearing these shoes, these were her favorite pair, how could she forget, she had bought them last week at Twilfitt and Tattings when she arrived in England along with the sundress she was wearing.

"Ah Gemma your awake!" Dumbledore said as he slowly entered the room with a tray of sweets and tea.

"Yes, did everything go well?" Gemma asked slowly

"Yes there were a couple of hiccups but I believe I got everything sorted." Dumbledore replied as she sat in the chair opposite of her.

"Hiccups?" Gemma asked slowly.

"Nothing to be alarmed about my dear, I just had to place some extra compulsions down." Dumbledore said as he took a sip of his tea.

"Would you like some tea?" Dumbledore quickly asked.

"Y-yes." Gemma slowly replied.

"How do you know it worked?" Gemma asked as she received her cup of tea.

"Let's test it and see." Dumbledore said setting down his cup.

"What is your name?" Dumbledore slowly asked.

"Gemma Black," Came the instant reply.

"And who were your parents Gemma?" Dumbledore continued.

"Corvinus Black and Marianne Millefeuille." another instant reply.

Wait, that was weird wasn't it? Gemma didn't even have to think about it, it was almost like her mouth moved on it's own.

Although a small voice in the back of her mind said those were always her parents so of course the reply was instant.

"And how is your father related to the other members of the Black Family?" Dumbledore continued.

"My father, Mon père was the son of Grand-père Alphard. Grand-père and Cousin Sirius were very close so when he died he gave everything to me since I am the only granddaughter. I'm thankful even though they were both blood traitors." Gemma instantly said.

Mon père, Grand-père? Gemma could speak French now? Gemma was so confused she felt like she shouldn't be able to speak French but that was crazy since she was raised in France after all.

"Very good, very good my dear, one last question, How do you feel about muggleborns?" Dumbledore slowly asked the confused looking witch.

"Je déteste Mudbloods, I hate them." Gemma said quickly with a sneer on her face.

"Wait no!" Gemma said covering her mouth with a lock of shock on her face.

Did she really just say that?! But that wasn't true! She would never say that!

"Mu-mudblood." Gemma said slowly.

"Mug-mudblood." Gemma tried again.

"MUG...GLE...blood" Gemma slowly said trying all her might to say the word.

After her last attempt Dumbledore finally raised his hand.

"That was one of the unfortunate things I had to do, my dear," Dumbledore started slowly, "I think you'll find it quite impossible to say the word muggleborn."

"Headmaster w-why?" Gemma croaked out extremely upset.

"You have to ingratiate yourself with those people Gemma, you have to become one of them, I can't have you risking your place by slipping up," Dumbledore said slowly.

"If you make one mistake it could be a matter of life and ****," Dumbledore continued somberly, "I had to make sure you don't."

"It will be reversible right headmaster?" Gemma asked in a defeated voice.

"Yes, as soon as you find out Tom's plan for the school, I'll remove all the compulsions," Dumbledore quickly assured her.

"I-I understand." Gemma said slowly holding down her head.

The life of a spy wouldn't be easy. She realized now she was going to have to do things she didn't want to, and although she hated it, the headmaster was right to do the things he did.

"Now that we know the compulsions held firm, let's move on to your first assignment." Dumbledore said slowly.