A/N So first off, I don't own any of this. Anything and everything you recognize as Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and her associations. No money is being made, just creative writing. Next, I haven't touched any of my fics in about four years and recently got a review for this one. So I'm going to rework this one (and the others hopefully) and try to update and maybe finish them. We'll see.
Black Rose
Chapter 1- A New Beginning
The brunette girl in the infirmary woke to sunlight streaming in through the window opposite her bed. Pushing herself up from the bed, she glanced around. Upon seeing no one else in the room, she collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh. She didn't remember what had happened to land her in the hospital ward. The young lady was unsure as to how long she had spent in the sterile room. Focusing on the castle beyond the room's confines, she heard no noise. The lack of sound led her to the conclusion that either classes were in session or that she had been unconscious for the end of the school year. Startled out of her revelry by voices on the other side of the door, she sat up and waited for the Headmaster and her two Professors to enter.
"I am very glad to see that you have awoken young lady. You gave us quite the scare. I regret though, to tell you that the school year ended while you were in your comatose state. You apparently received a rather severe bump on the head." The Headmaster and the Gryffindor Head of House both sat down on either side of her bed. Her surly Potions Master preferred to learn against the cold stonewall, arms crossed in front.
"Headmaster, how long have I been here? And why do I get the feeling that there is something more you wish to tell me?" Blue eyes twinkled back at her from over half moon spectacles. The old wizard studied his highly devoted student over his steepled hands, fingertip to fingertip. The child had always been acutely aware of her surroundings and of current situations.
"My dear, you have been residing in the Hospital Ward for just under two weeks, far too much time taken away from your summer already. However, due to recent events, I'm sorry to say that you must remain here at Hogwarts a bit longer. Just so that we are able to get you up to date on the situation at hand. I ask of you, that whatever events take place here and what is said is not to be repeated to anyone. Can you accept that dear?"
"Yes Sir. If that is what you feel is best then I will abide by those requests." Curiosity was apparent in her eyes and her quest for knowledge burned.
"Remember child, the staff of this school are here to guide you. Should you ever need a question answered or help with any task, you can go to any of the teachers."
"Thank you Professor. I appreciate your concern and help."
"Now dear girl, I believe you mentioned earlier that you felt that there was something more to tell you. You are staying the extra time here at Hogwarts because it has recently come to our attentions that you are no longer safe in the Muggle world."
"The Muggle world sir?"
"Yes the Muggle world. Do you not remember?"
"I remember nothing but the fact the I am a witch and a student here at Hogwarts. And of course that there is a war going on."
All three Professors trade alarmed looks; the situation was far worse than they had hoped.
"I… There is something else, is there not?" The brunette girl asked bluntly. "Who am I? What has happened? What is going on?"
She was becoming hysterical and was struggling to calm down.
"My dear, I fear that the concussion you received when you hit your head has resulted in amnesia. We believe you were in a fight with fellow classmates. You were attacked from behind. In the two weeks that you have been here, there has been much turbulence in the Muggle world. Your parents were targeted. They… Your parents did not make it." The young woman sobbed at this. "My condolences. To say that it wasn't altogether unexpected would be a lie. You have no other remaining relatives. With this being the case, we have decided that it would be best if you were to remain here, at Hogwarts."
Albus shared a look with Minerva and Severus. Although tragic, the entire situation could work in their favor. The Muggle and Wizarding Authorities believed that Hermione had escaped the attack on her parent's home. She was to have returned to the Muggle world the day of the attack. It had been put off with a magically induced coma that had come on out of the blue. As of now, she had been declared missing and the Ministry was asking that anyone with information on her to contact them, for they were concerned with her safety. With the amnesia's influence, she would believe she was Mya Prewett as they would tell her.
"My name? What's… What is my name?"
"Mya Prewett. Your parents were George and Alanna. They were pure-bloods, like you, however lived in the Muggle world and did not sympathize with the Dark Lord."
"I see." She intoned quietly. Albus cleared his throat gently.
"During your stay here, you will receive lessons in Occlumency from Severus, as well as extra Defense Against the Dark Arts training. Starting this summer and continuing throughout the upcoming school year, it is asked that you attend Animagus lessons from Minerva. Hmm yes I think that that is all for now. For now we shall leave you to rest else Poppy will have my head. Good day Mya."
Back in the Headmaster's office, Severus paced anxiously, while Minerva sat in one of the chairs before the roaring fire place, nervously fidgeting with the trim on her robes. Albus sat behind his desk, elbows propped up on the desk and fingers steepled together in front of his face, the piercing blue eyes he was known for gazing off into spaced behind his half moon spectacles, the mischievous twinkle absent.
"Albus, do you really think it wise to let her believe herself to be someone else? Someone everyone else has thought to be missing, or worse dead, since the Dark Lord's disappearance 16 years ago? What if she starts to remember the life she only so recently led?" Severus spun on his heel as he made to continue his ovular track, hands gesturing sharply as he spoke.
"I have to agree with him Albus. What do we do if her memories start to make appearances? And her new alias? The press and the Ministry will have a field day with this, when they find out that Mya Prewett is still alive. So many things could go wrong!"
"Severus my dear boy, please sit down. You make me dizzy. Yes of course I realize the risks of this Minerva. However, what else are we to do? You both knew the Prewetts, as they were well liked and respected members of the Order. Their deaths were covered up and called a disappearance because the truth would have been too much to reveal to the public. We simply will have to tell them that Mya was in hiding with foreign relatives and home schooled, until their untimely deaths this past summer. If it is necessary, Minerva would you be willing to be her Guardian until she is of age? It is well known that you were very close to the family and was her Godmother."
Minerva gasped in shock. "But! What… I … Of course Albus, if that is what you feel is best." She bowed her head and was very quiet as she studied her hands.
Severus grunted in his seat next to her. "I really hope you know that you're doing old man." He got up and stalked from the room, robes billowing out behind him in typical fashion. Minerva quietly left after him, leaving Albus to his thoughts.
The night before school was to begin, Mya packed up all her things in the suite of rooms that Dumbledore had let her stay in. She left out only things she would need for the next day. Knowing that the train would arrive at about 6pm, the young woman figured she could sleep in the morning and stayed up late, reading the book on Animagi that McGonagall had lent her.
Upon waking up, the tall shapely brunette rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of short sleep shorts and a spandex running shirt with a long sleeve shirt. After lacing up her shoes, the young lady jogged through the castle to the front doors and once outside began her daily run. The staff had gotten used to Mya's early awakenings and habitual morning runs. Once in a while one of the teachers would join her on the customary two hour run to and through Hogsmeade. She was always able to make it back in time for breakfast, no matter how slow her company was. Today, because she had slept in, the girl returned after lunch, and had to go to the kitchens and ask the house elves for something to eat.
After eating, the toned girl retreated to the Room of Requirement, where she stretched her muscles and practiced the mediation that Snape had insisted she learn. After an hour and a half of the relaxing, mind organizing work, the brunette stretched and walked back to her rooms.
Stripping off her smelly clothing, she grabbed a quick shower. While washing her hair with her strawberry shampoo and conditioning it the same scent, she scrubbed her skin with strawberry scented body wash on a red poof. Before getting out, the brunette quickly spell shaved her long and toned legs. Standing under the spray, Mya rinsed off and stepped out of the stall, wrapping a red towel around her. Grabbing her wand, she charmed her hair dry and made it straight without fly-aways. Grabbing a bottle of strawberry scented lotion she massaged the lotion into her arms and legs to keep the moisture in and help the skin stay soft.
Entering her bedroom, she walked over to the small pile of clothing left out. Dropping the towel, she pulled on the matching red lace panties and bra. Next the toned brunette slipped on a pair of low-slung baggy green cargo pants, which accented the curve of her hips. Over her head, Mya tugged on a black muscle shirt that clung to her body, showing off all the curves she had developed. Pulling on a pair of socks, the lithe young woman slid her feet into a pair of comfortable black skate shoes.
Standing in front of the mirror, she cocked her head to the side. Something's missing, she thought to herself. Going to her trunk she pulled out a white leather belt that was studded and slipped it through the belt loops. Grabbing her customary hemp choker, black cuff and Irish love ring, Mya put them on and glanced at her clock. It was just five o'clock. That left her an hour until the rest of the school would arrive and the Beginning of Term Feast would start.
Wondering what she could do until then, Mya sat down on the couch in front of the fire in her sitting room. Hearing a knock on the portrait that lead to the room, she stood up and let the visitor, Professor McGonagall, in. "Professor, what can I do for you?"
"Ms. Prewett, dear, Albus would like to know if you'd rather be sorted now, before all the other students arrive, or before the feast after the first years. Whatever you end up choosing, the Headmaster would very much like it if you could escort yourself to his office in fifteen minutes. He wishes to speak with you about other topics."
"Thank you Professor. I will do so." Sitting back down and flicking her wand towards the corner, she started some music playing. Thinking about the option just opened to her, she listened as a song started. It was Cold Hard Bitch by the band Jet.
Staring into the fire, Mya made up her mind as the song ended. Flicking her hand to turn off the music, the tall chocolate haired girl wandered up to her bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she carefully applied her routine black eyeliner and black mascara, and then added a pink gloss to accent her already kissable lips. Finished, she exited the portrait hole and made her way to the Headmaster's office.