Disclaimer: Recognizable stuff is not mine. My first Harry Potter fic. I
had to write it in my email, as my computer has no memory. Be kind, but if
you feel flames are necessary I will except them with head held high. Love
ya all and please review.
Author's Note: I always wanted to write one of these! I don't like uploading as a html. So let's not bitch about my format hmmmm? Also, these --- stand for the little dots, kay?
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Albus Dumbledore, Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry surveyed his students from his elevated position at the Teacher's Table. With a smile he noted the happy laughter. The older students were making the newly sorted feel welcome. Yes, he decided. It was time. Pushing back his seat Dumbledore rose and called for attention. With a small smile and a twinkle in his eye he watched as a sea of eager, tired faces swept his way. For many the celebrations for the new house members had gone on through the night. Much to the annoyance of their House Heads.
"Good morning students, I trust you all slept well? Yes? Good. This year I would like you to welcome a new teacher to Hogwarts. She will be teaching a new subject, Enchanted Objects, for this year only, but hopefully the atmosphere at Hogwarts can persuade her to stay on as a regular member of our staff. The class will be open to Fifth Years and older. Ah, and here she is now---"
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Bellona Blodwen sat bolt upright in an unfamiliar bed, a wicked short flambergé glittering in her hand. Bellona took in her surrounds at a glance and began breathing normally almost instantly. It was fine. She was safe. Bellona reflected back on the previous night, and the very strange circumstances that had led her to her current position.
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Once upon a time
In a land far away
A young Sidhe princess cries
Her family is gone
And she's all alone
What happens to the heart that dies---?
.....
She had been using the last of her hard cash to get a room in some pokey London pub full of strangely dressed humans. She had taken little notice, booking a room and then returning to the Common room. Ordering a stiff drink she had sat by the fireplace and tried to think of her next move. She hardly noticed when a long bearded old man took a seat beside her, and was as shocked as she could get when he began to converse with her. Their subjects were wide and varied, from philosophy to physics and Bellona even caught herself smiling a time or two. The hours rolled by and she found herself feeling true regret when he bid her good night and left the pub. Though it looked the opposite the good drink and better conversation had not dulled her wits, nor lulled her into complacency. So when three men rose and followed her repartee companion Bellona rose with them. She followed silently as they entered an alley behind the pub and used the shadows as a cloak while she watched them. Watched as they took a step towards the old man. Bellona smiled. It had been ages since she had last Battled a human. She wondered if she was still up to the challenge---
Dumbledore felt them enter the alley behind him and withdrew his wand from his robes. Turning he watched in mild surprise as the hooded figure he had been conversing with for the past several hours reached the first of Voldemort's followers; who had taken it into their heads to prove their loyalty by taking down one of the wizarding worlds most esteemed members.
With a predatory snarl Bellona slammed her palm into the back of the head of the figure closest to her, smiling slightly she watched as he dropped like a stone. The next figure was harder. He had turned at the sound of his companions' falling body and now faced her with drawn wand. He was joined by the other figure, who took up a similar position.
"You will die for what you have attempted to do."
Called the first figure melodramatically. Bellona felt her smile growing wider.
"Somehow, human, I think you are mistaken." She whispered.
Dumbledore gazed at the two remaining figures; in all the confusion they seemed to have forgotten him.
With a growl Bellona took a running step forward and spun her self over the heads of her assailants. Landing lightly behind them she immediately executed a sweeping left kick to the head of the form closest to her. She felt a small measure of satisfaction when she heard a crack that signified the breaking of his neck. She hadn't lost her touch after all.
"Avada Kedarva!"
Bellona whirled towards the last standing figure and watched as a sickly green light emerged from his wand. Bellona held up her hand and called the unappealing luminosity to her. She noticed with a kind of shock that her last attacker was, infact, female. The dim lights of the Taproom had hidden her gender well. Gripping the now swirling, vomit coloured light in her hands Bellona smiled tightly.
"Right. Back. Atcha."
Bellona cocked her arm and threw the light at hard as she could towards the figures chest. She dropped to the ground. Dead.
Satisfied that no one was moving Bellona turned towards the old man.
"Fare thee well Grandfather?"
Dumbledore smiled at the rather odd title. But he should have expected it from one such as her. He answered her the same.
"Well enough Granddaughter--- or should I say Grandmother?"
So, he knew. For lack of a better option Bellona bowed.
"I think Great, Great, Grandmother may perhaps be more appropriate."
Dumbledore smiled into his beard.
"You wouldn't, by any chance, be looking for a job, would you my dear?"
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Bellona rolled out of bed with a curse. She regarded the trunk that held her clothes apprehensively, wondering if by some miracle they may have cleaned themselves overnight. She lifted the lid with a foot. Apparently not. With a sigh she pulled on the clothes she had been wearing last night. They were by far her cleanest set. Grabbing her travel stained cloak she threw it on. With a sigh Bellona began gathering her weapons. Boot daggers, hip knives and her wrist and arm sheaths would have to do. After all, she was in a school. Throwing a look out the window Bellona watched as a stray sunbeam made it's way across her floor--- it was seven-thirty. She lay back down, only to bolt straight back up. Shit! It was seven-thirty! She was late! Oh her first day of work!
Fuck!
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So what do you guys think so far? R-n-R please. Also I'd love to be notified of any spelling mistakes, and if anyone knows what time breakfast is at Hogwarts they will get a preview of the next chapter before it's up. Promise.
Author's Note: I always wanted to write one of these! I don't like uploading as a html. So let's not bitch about my format hmmmm? Also, these --- stand for the little dots, kay?
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Albus Dumbledore, Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry surveyed his students from his elevated position at the Teacher's Table. With a smile he noted the happy laughter. The older students were making the newly sorted feel welcome. Yes, he decided. It was time. Pushing back his seat Dumbledore rose and called for attention. With a small smile and a twinkle in his eye he watched as a sea of eager, tired faces swept his way. For many the celebrations for the new house members had gone on through the night. Much to the annoyance of their House Heads.
"Good morning students, I trust you all slept well? Yes? Good. This year I would like you to welcome a new teacher to Hogwarts. She will be teaching a new subject, Enchanted Objects, for this year only, but hopefully the atmosphere at Hogwarts can persuade her to stay on as a regular member of our staff. The class will be open to Fifth Years and older. Ah, and here she is now---"
....
Bellona Blodwen sat bolt upright in an unfamiliar bed, a wicked short flambergé glittering in her hand. Bellona took in her surrounds at a glance and began breathing normally almost instantly. It was fine. She was safe. Bellona reflected back on the previous night, and the very strange circumstances that had led her to her current position.
.....
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A young Sidhe princess cries
Her family is gone
And she's all alone
What happens to the heart that dies---?
.....
She had been using the last of her hard cash to get a room in some pokey London pub full of strangely dressed humans. She had taken little notice, booking a room and then returning to the Common room. Ordering a stiff drink she had sat by the fireplace and tried to think of her next move. She hardly noticed when a long bearded old man took a seat beside her, and was as shocked as she could get when he began to converse with her. Their subjects were wide and varied, from philosophy to physics and Bellona even caught herself smiling a time or two. The hours rolled by and she found herself feeling true regret when he bid her good night and left the pub. Though it looked the opposite the good drink and better conversation had not dulled her wits, nor lulled her into complacency. So when three men rose and followed her repartee companion Bellona rose with them. She followed silently as they entered an alley behind the pub and used the shadows as a cloak while she watched them. Watched as they took a step towards the old man. Bellona smiled. It had been ages since she had last Battled a human. She wondered if she was still up to the challenge---
Dumbledore felt them enter the alley behind him and withdrew his wand from his robes. Turning he watched in mild surprise as the hooded figure he had been conversing with for the past several hours reached the first of Voldemort's followers; who had taken it into their heads to prove their loyalty by taking down one of the wizarding worlds most esteemed members.
With a predatory snarl Bellona slammed her palm into the back of the head of the figure closest to her, smiling slightly she watched as he dropped like a stone. The next figure was harder. He had turned at the sound of his companions' falling body and now faced her with drawn wand. He was joined by the other figure, who took up a similar position.
"You will die for what you have attempted to do."
Called the first figure melodramatically. Bellona felt her smile growing wider.
"Somehow, human, I think you are mistaken." She whispered.
Dumbledore gazed at the two remaining figures; in all the confusion they seemed to have forgotten him.
With a growl Bellona took a running step forward and spun her self over the heads of her assailants. Landing lightly behind them she immediately executed a sweeping left kick to the head of the form closest to her. She felt a small measure of satisfaction when she heard a crack that signified the breaking of his neck. She hadn't lost her touch after all.
"Avada Kedarva!"
Bellona whirled towards the last standing figure and watched as a sickly green light emerged from his wand. Bellona held up her hand and called the unappealing luminosity to her. She noticed with a kind of shock that her last attacker was, infact, female. The dim lights of the Taproom had hidden her gender well. Gripping the now swirling, vomit coloured light in her hands Bellona smiled tightly.
"Right. Back. Atcha."
Bellona cocked her arm and threw the light at hard as she could towards the figures chest. She dropped to the ground. Dead.
Satisfied that no one was moving Bellona turned towards the old man.
"Fare thee well Grandfather?"
Dumbledore smiled at the rather odd title. But he should have expected it from one such as her. He answered her the same.
"Well enough Granddaughter--- or should I say Grandmother?"
So, he knew. For lack of a better option Bellona bowed.
"I think Great, Great, Grandmother may perhaps be more appropriate."
Dumbledore smiled into his beard.
"You wouldn't, by any chance, be looking for a job, would you my dear?"
...
Bellona rolled out of bed with a curse. She regarded the trunk that held her clothes apprehensively, wondering if by some miracle they may have cleaned themselves overnight. She lifted the lid with a foot. Apparently not. With a sigh she pulled on the clothes she had been wearing last night. They were by far her cleanest set. Grabbing her travel stained cloak she threw it on. With a sigh Bellona began gathering her weapons. Boot daggers, hip knives and her wrist and arm sheaths would have to do. After all, she was in a school. Throwing a look out the window Bellona watched as a stray sunbeam made it's way across her floor--- it was seven-thirty. She lay back down, only to bolt straight back up. Shit! It was seven-thirty! She was late! Oh her first day of work!
Fuck!
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So what do you guys think so far? R-n-R please. Also I'd love to be notified of any spelling mistakes, and if anyone knows what time breakfast is at Hogwarts they will get a preview of the next chapter before it's up. Promise.