Disclaimer: I'd like to say that i created the fine world of Firefly but I'd be lying... Though, i would like to thank good old, Joss Wedon (if that's how you spell it) for creating the world that we can tinker with and all that jazz. lol
Summary: Firefly/Harry Potter Xover. After spending four years trapped in Voldemort's dungeon's, Hermione is accidently sent 500 years into the future, where she is found by the crew of Serenity. Includes slight Mal/Inara, Kaylee/Simon and maybe a little Rayne.
Mk, this is my first Firefly Fanfiction. I have future thoughts for other stories, which shall be hidden deep within my mind lest a lil'River come a sneak up on me. Tell me what you think
A Firefly named 'Serenity'
Appearance of the Mysterious Kind
A piercing scream shattered through the eerie silence of the humid dungeons.
'Where is he Mudblood?!' the tall blond man snarled at the broken teen on the floor.
She spat the mixture of blood and saliva from her mouth, inches from missing the man's polished shoes. As she looked up at him through a swollen eye, her face became that of disgust as she stared at him.
'Give me one reason as to why I should tell you, Ferret Senior?' she said, her voice calm, giving no appearance of the teen who had been screaming moments before.
The man snarled at her, striking her hard against the cheek. She gasped softly at the sting, raising a hand to smear a crimson streak across her cheek from where his ring had cut her. She just sat calmly, her face expressionless.
'You'd do well to remember your place, filth,' the man spat, his patience wearing thin. 'You either answer us. Or you die.'
She smirked up at him. Standing shakily from her spot on the cool stones of the floor, she looked him in the eyes and spread her arms as far at the chains would let her.
'Then kill me,' she said, her voice soft, but it carried throughout her small, dingy cell.
Her body continued to shake, not from fear, but from exhilaration and the occasional twinge of pain. The pureblood looked at her through narrowed eyes.
'Are you prepared to die for that worthless brat?' Lucius spat.
She grinned at him. She loved get on his nerves. And it seems that she has. That was quick, she thought to herself from behind her mind shields. She raised her left foot as high as she could, until the chain around her ankle was taut. She twirled her foot around, keeping her eyes on the older wizard. Her lips began to move as she tilted her head to the side.
Lucius raised his wand, but before he could say the curse that would send shockwaves of pain through her, he was thrown against the wall. Hard. He groaned as he slide down the solid stone wall.
She smirked down at him.
'That's what happens when you talk instead of acting,' she said, her voice sickly sweet.
Before she could do anything else, the door slammed open. She placed her foot back on the ground, ducking her head to smirk at the man through her tangled hair. She ignored the icy look in the man's eyes. She didn't care. The blonde man looked at her before he looked down at his unconscious father.
'Old Voldie needs to find more competent followers,' she murmured, though her voice was heard.
She was flung back against the stone wall, her body convulsing as she screamed. As the spell continued, she started to laugh as well as scream. The man stopped the spell and she slumped back onto the floor, a trickle of blood escaping from her grinning mouth.
'What the hell did you do, Mudblood?!' Draco demanded, his wand still directed at her.
'Nothing,' she purred, raising her shackled wrists. 'How could I have?'
He growled at her but before he could do anything more, a snake like man entered the cell, his crimson eyes taking in the scene. When his eyes landed on the prisoner, he smirked evilly at her.
'It seems,' he hissed. He turned to the two Malfoys, speaking to the conscious one. 'We have a subject for out experiments…'
Draco smirked along with his leader.
Hermione Granger felt the blood drain from her entire body. This wouldn't be good, was all she thought as they dragged her kicking and screaming down the hallway where the 'experiments' would be done.
Four years later found Hermione in crouching in the corner of her cell. Her face was covered with muck, as was her now untameable hair. There were blood stains on the ragged clothes she wore and the back of her head her upper back hurt like hell. She didn't know what they had done to her, but it had changed her. And she didn't like it. They 'experimented' on her everyday, and each day the changes grew. When she tried to speak, she would speak in third person more than half the time and she could see all their thoughts without even trying. There was also the fact that she was hyper aware of everything –including who many steps (and heart beats) from one corner of the cell to another- and that she knew things without looking them up (not that she could). She hated it.
Her head snapped up at the sound of footsteps. She whimpered softly and tried to blend with the wall. She wished she could access her wand. But she hadn't the power to remove it from where it was hidden.
'The ferrets come. The snake strikes. Won't leave her alone. Won't leave her mind be. They won't find what they want from her. They won't,' she muttered absently to herself as she rocked back and forth.
The cell door opened and father and son looked down at her huddled form with smirks.
'Time for you daily appointment, Mudblood,' Lucius said as his son stepped forwards and grabbed her arm.
She whimpered as he pulled her up, but when he started to drag her to the door, she started to struggle and kick at him.
'Won't break her mind! Won't break her! She will be free!' she screamed, absently kicking her left foot in Lucius' direction before she kneed Draco in the crutch. When she felt him loosen his grip, she wrenched herself free and took off out the door, past the unconscious Malfoy senior.
She ran through the passageways, desperate to get out. All she found were dead ends. She turned around to start again but came face to face with her tormentor.
'The snake will strike. He will strike, but she wont feel!' she screamed again, before everything went black.
When she awoke, she was tied to a stone bench, her head strapped to its side. From the direction her head was pointed at, she saw an open window. From looking outside, she saw that she was not on a ground floor, but high above everything. She whimpered.
'She wants to fly again,' she muttered, trying to move her head.
'She has no wings. No more flying for the Mudblood,' someone said harshly, though she could hear the note of pride in their voice for having kept her imprisoned for as long as they had.
'She hid them she did. They weren't found,' she muttered.
'It is no use, my Lord,' a new voice said. 'They experiments have not worked as they should have.'
'Then kill her. We have no use for her,' someone hissed.
Hermione whimpered and struggled against her bonds. She heard someone start the Killing curse, but they abruptly cut themselves off, finishing it with the end of another spell.
'What have you done!' someone screamed.
She felt a strong heat enter her body, but she could not scream her pain. She felt her bonds disintegrate against her skin then everything went black.
Some place in the future...
'Kaylee, are we ready to take off?' Mal asked his engineer through the com.
'She's all set, Cap'n,' she replied, her voice starting to take back it's cheerfulness as the weeks went by.
'Are you ready, River?' he asked, placing a hand on the young woman's shoulder.
She nodded and started to raise the ship from the ground. Suddenly she stood, while the ship slowly continued to rise.
'Two of a kind,' she muttered.
Mal's brow furrowed, but before he could ask what she meant, she had jumped up from the pilot's seat and started to run from the cockpit. He quickly lowered the ship, before taking off after her.
'Two of a kind. Bird with a broken wing,' she screamed as she ran through the ship.
Jayne stood silently through the window of the cargo bay as the ship started to rise. He frowned when it began to lower again.
'Gorramit! What is that feng le girl doin'?' he muttered to himself, about to turn away when he saw a body fall limply, but hard, to the dirt feet away from the ship.
He watched as her head fell to the side, her tangled mass of hair falling across her bruised face.
'Well, what do ya know? Pretty girls do fall from the sky,' he muttered, but froze when her head snapped up to look up at the sky, her eyes opening wide as her body arched up of the ground.
Even from inside the ship, he could hear her tortured screams. That's when he heard boots pounding across the bridge and down the steps, and the voice that accompanied them.
'Two of a kind! Bird with a broken wing!' River screamed as she ran to the button that would open the doors. She fumbled with the button, her eyes on the figure outside the ship.
Jayne pushed her out of the way and slammed his hand down on the opening button as the ship touched down. Before the doors had completely opened, the sound of the young women's screams filled the ship. People were crowding around the girl, afraid to get too close. The rest of the crew of Serenity joined Jayne at the doors, River having taken off through the partly opened doors.
They quickly exited the ship and froze when the young woman suddenly stopped screaming, flipping over and trying to get up. Her body buckled as she began to push herself up. She let out a long drawn out tortured moan of pain, her back arching towards the sky.
River had come to crouch beside the girl, but when she went to touch the girl's arm, River was thrown back and landed heavily at the foot of the ramp.
'River!' Simon shouted, running to River to check her.
Before he could help her up, she shook her head and crawled back over to the girl, stopping when lumps began to grow between the girl's shoulder blades. Her ragged, old shirt tore suddenly and everyone could see her pale back, littered with scars. People began to back away, scared of the power that was emanating from the broken looking girl.
'Help me…' she moaned in pain, tears streaming down her face, the lumps still rising from her back, turning a dark shade of blue as they rose. The blue started to spread around the lumps, growing slightly lighter as it headed for her sides.
The crew of Serenity were the only ones in the street, everyone else having taken off at the drawn out sound of the girl's voice. Simon started to run towards her when the tops of the lumps began to bleed. As he ran towards her, he absently noticed an abnormal lump on the back of her left leg. He shook it off and continued on, but he was thrown back by a sudden gust of wind. He landed on the ground with a gasp.
Looking up, he gasped, along with the others, at the sight of long, blue wings that protruded from the girl's backs, the same blue also spreading to cover her uncovered breasts. He saw flecks of blood laced through the feathers along with the blood that ran down her shoulders. He noticed that while one of the wings was stretched out to the side, the other was half hanging to the ground. From looking at it, he could tell that it was probably broken.
'Two of a kind! Bird with a broken wing!' River shouted, running forward and trying to help the girl up, but she had already fallen unconscious again.
The crew was silent, trying to process the mysterious appearance in front of them.
'I was wonderin what was gonna happen on this trip,' Jayne suddenly muttered, breaking the silence. He stepped forward and hoisted the girl into his arms, careful not to trap the limp wings. Her hair fell back from her face as her head fell to the side, her entire body limp in his arms.
'Broken bird,' River said, helping Simon up and pulling him after Jayne.
The three left the others, silently looking at the spot the girl had been. No one could say anything for what they had just seen. Mal, Zoe, Inara and Kaylee looked at each other and started to walk back onto the ship.
They spun around when they heard a loud screech. The saw an elderly woman, walking down the street, her bone white hair flying around her wizened face.
'Witch! Must burn the Witch!' she screeched, using her walking stick to point at the ship.
'Well, hey now,' Mal said, stunned.
Inara stepped forward, her silk kimono moving fluidly with her steps. She came to stand a few feet away from the old woman, looking her directly in the eye.
'I don't know what traditions you may have here on this planet,' she said, not stepping down. 'But where we come from, we protect our Specials.'
'She ain't special! She's a witch!' the old woman snarled.
'That she may be,' Inara said, her head falling softly to the side, her brown hair framing her face. 'But one of our crew seems to be interested in her…'
She fell silent for a moment before she murmured softly, 'So she's our witch.'
With that said, she turned and left the old woman gaping, grabbing Mal's and Kaylee's arms as she stepped up onto the ramp.
'Come Mei Mei, Mal, Zoe,' she said. 'Let's check on our witch.'
Mal and Kaylee followed obediently, Zoe following a few steps behind with a small smile on her face, still somewhat stunned by the girl that had, for all they knew, fell from the sky. Zoe wondered what Wash would have though of the strange appearance and her mood fell back into the sadness that had consumed her since her husband had been killed.
'Our Angel,' Kaylee murmured quietly, her eyes looking directly ahead. 'I wonder what happened to Angel…'
'Angel?' Mal said, looking across at his engineer.
Kaylee grinned, while Inara watched with a small smile and Zoe watched with amusement in her eyes.
'Course she's an Angel, Cap'n,' Kaylee said, her voice full of the cheerfulness that had been gone from her voice for the past two months. 'She's got wings! Yeah, they might be blue and all, but they're still wings… I think it's shiny!'
Mal chuckled, but stopped, remembering all the scars on her back alone.
As if reading his thoughts, Inara gently led him in the direction of the infirmary.
'Let's find out about our Angel,' she said with a smile, watching as Kaylee skipped ahead of them.
Tell me what you think (honestly)
Ellie