A/N: So I received an assignment this week during my creative writing lecture, to write something in a style you've never written before and I thought that before I'd write my own original short story, I'd write this and see what you thought to the change in style.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Enjoy~

Long ago, because all great stories happened long ago, there was a girl and a boy. Now there was nothing so special about their gender for there have been, and there will continue to be, many girls and boys. This boy and girl however were born roughly seven hundred years apart, I know the age difference is astounding, imagine introducing a seven hundred year old man to your mother. The boy was the first to come squalling into the world. Now, I bet you are wondering what is so special about a boy and, if you give me just a moment, I will explain. The boy was a demon, born to the Lord and Lady of the West, he was inu and would grow to be an exceptionally powerful Daiyoukai, surpassing even his great and terrible father. Though his father wasn't terrible at all, he was a rather nice man the kind your mother would want to share a nice brew and chat with, but I'm getting a little off track. The boy, or if you will, pup was named Sesshomaru. Translation, killing perfection and yes I know it's a terrible name to give a child but I had no say in the matter. Perhaps that's why his father was terrible, he was bad at naming people. Sesshomaru, much unlike his father grew to be cold and a bit of a perfectionist, the kind you wouldn't want your mother to be having a cuppa tea with. Though his mother could be said to be the same, except she liked to play manipulation games, in fact the pup looked very much like his mother. Putting to bed that whole theory of like father, like son.

Now the girl was another matter entirely, she was born to the Lord and Lady of House Potter, a rather noble line of witches and wizards. Though she herself was a half-blood and oh she was the cutest little baby, you would have loved her. As I have implied above, this girl was a witch, a powerful one whose destiny was entwined with a powerful and evil Dark Lord. I won't go into too much detail about that, I'm sure you've all heard the story, I know I've heard so many times I can recite it in my sleep. I will tell you something you might not know though, she didn't have a happy childhood, her aunt was jealous of her beauty. Though how you can be jealous of child's beauty is something that perplexes me to this day. Petunia's own son wasn't all that attractive, you'd be hard pushed to point him or his father out in a line-up of walrus'. So yes, that pretty little witch was made to grow up unloved and punished for things out of her control. Her destiny with the Dark Lord took over her teenaged life, most girl's worry about finals and boys but she worried about being killed. I tell you, I would not have liked to have been her during those years.

So what, I hear you ask, do the Daiyoukai and the witch have to do with each other? Well that's simple, I shall reveal all in due time but for now our tale begins with a forest…

The Forbidden Forest by the sun's light was creepy, first years were terrified of it and seventh years were less terrified but highly weary of it. The expanse of the trees were endless and went far beyond the horizon, they were tall and clumped together so tightly that only pockets of sunlight shone through. It was cold beneath the canopy of leaves, it could be the hottest day of the millennia but under the trees you would be shivering with cold. The roots dug deep into the earth but some liked to play tricks on you and burrow out from the ground to trip you or worse. It was old as well, many were of the belief that it was as old as the castle that stood watch at its edge. But that wasn't true. It was older.

In its time it had many names, The Forbidden Forest being only the most recent, The Black Forest, The Dark Forest, Hell's Gate, Traveller's Foe, Hopeless Pit and many more. The running theme is that the forest brings bad luck and misery to any who walk among its trees. But the first name it was gifted was Time's Solace and it was given by a man who knew the truth of the forest. A man who created the forest himself, a man known to many as Father Time.

It began when time was still a relatively new concept and people began tracking the movement of the sun through the sky. Though the witches and wizards were more adept at this, as they created the first ever sundial, but they were also the reason Father Time was brought into existence. His job was simple, keep the flow of time accurate, make sure the sun was in the correct position so time could be calculated. It was an easy but lonely job, he could never approach the humans, even those with magic, because time was a constant stream of movement, to talk to the humans would be to disrupt that flow.

Magic fascinated Time and within him grew a longing which turned into a need and, as that need was constantly unobtainable, it grew to a loathing and hate. He hated those with magic because they flaunted it in front of him, misused it and declared they were superior. He was Time, there was no one more superior than him, so as punishment for the misuse of their gift he created Time's Solace. A forest that was so much more than a normal forest. They say the Witch Trails were the first strike against the magical community but they were wrong, for it was Time and his enchanted forest. Any magical traveller would find themselves drawn the forest like a moth to a flame, they would stumble to the centre of the forest where they would become trapped in Time's Circle, time would speed up and the traveller would age far faster than the magic inside them could adapt to and they would disappear. The magic they once held seeping into the forest.

But then something happened that Time could not predict, the forest which had accumulated so much magic began to come to life. It took on its creator's malice for wizarding kind and began to hate all of human kind, it lured muggles into its embrace, killing them and soaking its roots in the blood of its victims. Time was horrified when he found out and tried to reverse what he had done but it was too late. Yes, he had the power to re-write time but he was powerless over fixed events and the forest had become one. Full of regret and self-hate Time did the only thing he could do, he chose four exceptionally strong witches and wizards and in a dream he appeared to them.

Dreams extended the reach of time and took the dreamer to a different world where imagination ruled, and thus Time was able to slip into their dreams. He pleaded with them, begged on his hands and knees and confessed all that he had done. They agreed to help, after all the lives of innocents were at stake. They awoke and found each other and began their task.

They started off by creating a warding charm to keep muggles away from the forest, Rowena, the smartest of the group, did this. Then they needed a way to defend the magical community from the forest, Helga, the kindest and gentlest of the group, asked her animal friends to enter the forest and keep the evil within it at bay. She knew that the magic these creatures possessed was different to her own and thus untouchable by the forest. Unicorns were the purest creatures and were the epitome of all that was good, they agreed to help Helga and the forest became their own.

Godric and Salazar both built the castle which would later become a school to teach their kind, the castle was a last defence against the forest. Should the animals fall prey to the taint of the forest then the castle would stand as its final soldier. It was five years later when the four opened its doors to the public and they became the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It wasn't long before Salazar, the most cunning and sly of the group, began to feel the pressure of the forest and knew he would soon succumb to its will so he began a fight with the others. Demanding that only the purest of blood be allowed within the halls of the school, of course the others disagreed and he left. Though not before leaving behind his beloved pet, the Queen of the Basilisks who would withstand the test of time and take his place as defender of the school.

Things ran smoothly within the school but as time went by the tale of the forest was lost, as where the defensive procedures. By the time Tom Riddle stepped through the halls of the school things had been twisted and turned so much that Salazar was said to be a dark wizard. He was said to have kept a monster hidden within the school, ready to purge it of all those with dirty blood, all in his house were evil. Tom Riddle, the heir of Slytherin and mistreated half-blood, longed to prove himself so he found the monster and used her to his own purpose. She tried to explain her true purpose for existing, that she was to be used against the malice of the forest, that Salazar was a good man. But Tom wouldn't listen instead he cast a dark spell, a subjugation spell, and the great Queen of the Basilisks was used to kill.

The forest grew strong with the powerful influence of Tom Riddle's dark magic, and it began to stir again and though it couldn't kill the muggles, it would certainly try and steal more magic. Tom, ever the sly one, made a deal with the forest, he would be allowed to practise dark magic within its boundaries and he would bring muggles and wizards for it to feast upon. The forest agreed and thus began Tom Riddle's descent into darkness.

Hope seemed to be dim until a girl stepped into the great hall, and for the first time in a long time Hogwarts felt light. The girl, Olivia Potter, was to be sorted into Slytherin but she protested, stood her ground and told the Hat no. The Sorting Hat was flummoxed, no one had ever denied him not since Godric had been alive, so he dug a little deeper into the eleven year old's mind and found what he had been looking for. Olivia Potter was the heir of Gryffindor and the Hope of Hogwarts.

Of course the life of Olivia Potter wasn't an easy one and Father Time blamed himself mostly, if he hadn't created the forest, then Tom wouldn't have become so steeped in evil and Olivia wouldn't be the girl-who-lived. Still though, she triumphed over evil and defeated Voldemort, bringing goodness back into the castle again. But the forest was angry and wanted revenge, it was patient though, waiting for the opportune time to act. Finally its moment came when a year later the students who had been called to re-do their final year of schooling, considering they weren't given much of a seventh year, decided to play a game.

It was Halloween night and the eighth years had decided to have a camp out in the forest. Of course had it been any other night perhaps they would have been safe, but it was the festival of Samhain, the one night where evil came out to play and was the strongest. The Forbidden Forest at night was downright spooky, everyone felt eyes watching them but that was part of the thrill.

"Alright Potter," Malfoy, who had been exonerated from all wrongdoings, called out to her across the huge bonfire, "truth or dare?"

They had succumbed to playing the childish muggle game of truth or dare, though the creepiness of the forest around them seemed to make it more intense and worthwhile.

"I'm a Gryffindor Malfoy, we are nothing if not daring. I choose dare," Olivia called out, so far everyone had been playing it safe by choosing truth.

"More like foolish," Malfoy muttered under his breath, "alright then, I dare you to walk in any direction for an hour, before stopping and that is where you will spend the night, on your own."

"You can't do that!" Hermione protested, "this forest is dangerous, she can't go out alone."

"It's fine, I'm a big girl," Olivia grinned, "besides I'm not a scaredy cat like Malfoy over there."

So she grabbed her sleeping bag, some food and water and left them behind, she felt safe whilst she could still hear their laughter and see the glow of the campfire. But once that disappeared there was a distinct feeling of trepidation running down her spine. She grabbed her wand tighter, "lumos," she whispered before casting a tempus charm. "Walk for an hour," she told herself, plucking up her Gryffindor courage.

The forest could feel her fear and excitement began to fill it, the leaves and branches shuddering in joy. It carefully and subtly guided her to where it wanted, to the Time Circle in its centre. If the forest was a person it would be laughing crazily, as the girl-who-lived stepped into the clearing in the middle of the forest.

She jumped when she heard the leaves moving around her, the trees making groaning and creaking noises. It was like they were talking to each other, waiting anxiously for something to happen and they didn't feel friendly. She clutched her sleeping bag tighter to her, the forest seemed more malicious tonight, not that it'd ever been friendly or welcoming. She walked, with hesitant steps, to the centre of the clearing before stopping and deciding that it was as good a place as any to lay out her sleeping bag.

That was until she found herself surrounded by magical runes and trapped inside the magic circle and, with a loud cry, she was sent to her knees her wand and sleeping bag dropping beside her. The light at the end of the wand blinked out and she was left to the darkness. Her magic was being pulled from her by force and it reacted to that, clinging to her as it desperately tried to remain in her body. It hurt worse than the being under the cruciatus curse, she screamed long and loud until it hurt so much she could no longer voice it. She thought it would never end until a light burst from her, ending the effects and protecting her. She lay panting on the ground, her hand automatically seeking her wand for comfort.

"You shall not touch her," the voice that spoke was female but Olivia didn't recognise it. With a great effort her green eyes blinked open and took in the four figures around her, automatically knowing who they were though they were long dead.

"Olivia my dear daughter," one of the men said, kneeling beside her, "do you know who I am?"

"Godric Gryffindor," she choked out, her voice sore from her screaming.

"Bingo," he told her with a chuckle, "you're such a beauty, though what can you expect? You are my descendant after all."

"Now is not the time for pleasantries," Salazar practically hissed, "the forest will strike back."

As soon as he said it roots sprang up from the ground and stuck the barrier, cracks appearing all around it. The barrier would soon fall under the oppression of darkness.

"Ready?" Godric asked and receiving three yesses they began chanting in Latin.

"Magicae sacrorum filiae lucem dabimus te postremo defensionem. Hogwarts elegit sic fiat. Tempus et rogare Patrem appellamus tuta dabit tibi, tempore Circuli sub nobis alio tempore atque ad locum iter trahet eris. Et feliciter vale Olivia."

The golden light around them grew thicker and stronger and began to spread, until it seemed to explode outward casting its light over the whole of the forest. It faded once it reached the borders, the evil and hostility that surrounded the forest seeming to dissipate and for the first time since its creation, all was silent and peaceful. When the eighth years came to investigate they found Olivia gone, her sleeping bag laying on the floor, and a protective magical rune embedded within the earth.

No one knew what happened that day, but it would be talked about for years to come and, many would write novels on the mysterious disappearance of Olivia Potter. Though none would know the truth, except of course you and I.

A/N: I'd tell you what the spell translates to, but the 'narrator' tells you in the next chapter, with more background on it. Or you can google translate it, that is what I used for it anyway.

I really would appreciate feedback on the whole 'narrator' aspect, its a new concept for me and I am unsure about whether or not it works. Or if I write it in a way that is believable and flows freely. I want the 'narrator' to have a character within itself without the reader (that's you) knowing anything about he/she, a voice through the way the 'narrator' speaks/write.

So if you could review and give me feedback on that, it would be brilliant and much appreciated.