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Ichigo0-0Rose: Hey guys! I came up with this story idea awhile back, and wondering how far I can go with it.
Summary: Even an immortal can have mortal enemies, and what Jade (OC) wouldn't give to finally see Dumbledore's head on a pike for all to see. Looks like Tom Riddle maybe getting his wish after all. Starts at Harry's third year and goes up from there. This is a Severus/OC fanfic.
Chapter 1- Prologue
Long ago, during the four founders of Hogwarts era, there was rumor that they all had a common friend. Someone who showed extraordinary, yet impossible magic that one couldn't comprehend. Their friend never showed themselves a lot, but the four were okay with that. It was for the best they thought. Their friends magic would be feared, and would cause total chaos. Only they knew what she was mostly capable of, so they get their friend close like a shadow. They would keep her secret to the grave when all five went six feet under. However, after many years together, even after the building of Hogwarts, they noticed that she never seemed to age like them. It was as if their her age stopped, while theirs continued forward. They began to worry, and eventually shared their concerns to with her. She gently smiled, and shook her head. "I noticed this about a few years ago as well." She said. "When you guys die, I will travel the world. Make a name for myself as you all did with yours." They stated that they could share their names with hers with Hogwarts as she has been with them thick and through. She declined.
So when each of them met their ends toll, they all called her in to say their last words of wisdom to her.
"Live life to the fullest, no matter how long you have to wait for death." Helga Hufflepuff said.
"Keep your head straight and share your wisdom with the world." Rowena Ravenclaw said.
"Be ambitious, yet cunning dear one. There are always going be a time where brains rule over brawn." Salazar Slytherin said while staring at Godric.
"Be sure to have fun, and don't take everything too seriously. There are many new people and new adventures to come. I only wish we all could have a bit longer to explore together." Godric Gryffindor said as he was the last to die.
She shed her tears one last time for all her four friends before she began her journey. In the beginning, everyone welcomed her and her special powers; however, there was always one person who saw her power to suit their own purpose of greed that ruined everything she built. Years of trust went down the drain as everyone looked at her with uneasiness or suspicion. It continued no matter where she went, and one day, she snapped.
She unleashed her furry on the latest village. She was called the Shadow Slayer, a monster that didn't blink an eye when the bodies of men, women, and children fell to the ground like flies. She went into isolation after that incident. No one had heard or seen her since until three decades passed. The next sighting she was seen at was her four friends' graves. However, everyone didn't remember her as a friend to the best wizards and witches besides Merlin. No, they remembered a monster. Some tried to chase her out, but to no avail, their bodies littered outside the cemetery. Villagers pushing their children back inside and locking the doors as if a wooden door was their only protection against her. They peaked out the windows to witness her glide through the village slowly. Every time she looked in their direction, the drapes fell to a still, as if there was no living being inside. And indeed it was true. The ones who were saved from her wrath gave her the new name, Medusa.
She once again went back into isolation. She cried for her friends. Where was Helga to wipe away her tears? Where was Rowena to calm her down with random facts? Where was Salazar to tell her to shut up as tears were for babies? Where was Godric who would slap Salazar's head for saying something idiotic and tell her to cheer up? Why did her friends leave her? Why did she have the privilege, if you consider isolation one, to live? She wanted to continue her friends' legacy while creating a name for herself to help wizard kind, and so far she only created a name. But none of the names she had was the ones she wanted her friends and everyone else to hear.
It took a couple years for her to calm down and find a solution to her problem. She would start to help people again with her magic. She would create a fantastic name that could be tagged along with her friends. Her eyes shimmered in excitement as she looked upon the horizon. She was going to try harder for the better.
It wouldn't be until a few years later she would get her chance to shine. One cold day in the middle of winter, a man got lost in the woods. He was miles away from home, his fingers were too cold to do an incantation for fire, and he knew if the temperature didn't go up, he wasn't going to make it through the night. As he stumbled through the woods to see if he could get lucky and find shelter, he reached a frozen pond. His eyes became dazed as he tries to remember his family one last time before he releases his final breath. He wished he could be back home with his family again. He wished he never decided to go hunting so far from home to prove he was more manlier that the other guys in the village to his wife. Why do something so stupid when she already married you and gave you two beautiful children. Before he blacked out, he saw a young woman's face in the reflection of the pond. Her voice, even if it was spoken softly, still reached his ears. "I can grant your wish, but please know I will want something in return in the distant future." He didn't remember nodding. He thought it all a dream or hallucination; a final thought for a miracle before death. Everything turned black.
By the time he woke up, he was at home in his warm bed where his wife and children were huddling around it with worried eyes. When his eyes finally gazed into his wife's, it turned to joyous relief. She let out a short bark of laughter before tears started to flow down her face. Hands wrapping around his body, he could hear the muffled sounds of "It's a miracle." over and over again.
By the time everyone calmed down, she explained what happened. She was waiting for him to come back after the third night he was gone. She had just finished putting the kids to bed when she heard a knock on her front door. Even though it was a safe neighborhood, she was cautious at night and brought her wand out as defense. When she opened the door, she first saw nothing and thought it as a late night prank from one of the boys down the street. It wasn't until she looked down and saw her husband unconscious on the snowy ground. She said to him that he was asleep for five days, and they were all worried he would never wake up. But he did, and they couldn't be any more happier. As the husband and wife finally reunited with a long warm hug, she asked him what had happen. He tried to tell the story as best as he could, but towards the end it was too blurry. The only thing he remembered before he passed out was what he believed was the face of an angel giving him a second chance at life. I mean, how else could he have gotten to his door when he was miles and miles away from home.
They shared the news with everyone in the village. He was saved by an angel they said. It brought excitement to everyone within hearing distance. His story traveled far and wide. He was becoming a celebrity. They would ask him to repeat his story over and over again; it never got old. They asked what she looked like, what color were her eyes, her hair, her wings, etc. Story bits that turned to exaggeration. Nobody could get enough.
Soon, others started to claim they too have seen the angel. Stories popped out that she saved them from an evil wizard or a life and death situation. She was getting praises left and right. Everyone was happy, even her. They named her the Guardian of Stars. Everyone was precious to her and saw that life needed to be lived in the fullest while shining brightly.
She couldn't be more happier when she heard the news. Finally, a name to cherish without fear. She still didn't go outside a lot, in fear of repercussion, but it slowly gave her more confidence to do so in the future. She was finally happy with her hard work, and couldn't wait for the years to come to keep on building upon her name. However, like everything in life, what comes up must come down. It was too good to be true.
Like always, some greedy person for power saw her power equivalent to God's. If he could get a hold of it, he would rule over everyone. So to meet her, he pretended he was falling towards his doom. She fell for it so easily, he wondered if she even deserved her powers. He continued to thank her and praise her for all she was worth. She forgot Salazar's warnings about naivety, and it let it be her downfall. Because she lived in isolation for so long, she grabbed onto them like they were her lifeline. She fell in love with the man.
He told her if she truly loved him as he loved her, they could spend the rest of eternity together. All she had to do was share her powers with him. She didn't even give a second thought as she nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be until a decade had passed did she realize her error. She was so in love with the man, she didn't pay attention to her surroundings. She stayed inside their palace he made for them, claiming he didn't want others to see her beauty as he was an easily jealous man. He claimed that she shouldn't leave unless it was extremely important because he didn't want to lose her; afraid that once she stepped outside their barrier around the palace, she wouldn't come back. So to ease his worries, she stayed inside. It wasn't until after seven years did she yearn to go outside again. It wasn't until another year later for her to build her suspicion that something was wrong. It wasn't until ten years were up in total did she step outside for the first time. She finally felt she had the confidence to see everyone (more than one person at a time).
She decided to travel to the nearby village to see how far the world changed, and to say she was shocked was an understatement. Everyone in the village looked like death rolled over. No children were playing in the streets laughing. No women gossiping about the latest news. No men playing cards or flirting with women on the sidelines. It was like a ghost town with zombies.
She cautiously walked to one of the women near her and asked what had happened. The woman gave her a dark, cold look and said, "Where have you been living, a rock? It is all Emperor Gabe's fault. He came in ten years ago and took everything from us with his strange magic. No one could beat him. No one could kill him no matter the numbers of troops or wounds he received. He won't die! And because of his ruling, everyone is suffering except him!"
"I'm sure he means well." She tried so desperately to defend her husband. Not all for his sake, but for hers as well.
The women sneers at her, "Means well." Her voice gets louder and cruder, "Means well! He doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself. Didn't you hear the story he loves to tell? He tells it every day on the day he became emperor. He laughs about how he tricks an angel into giving him powers. He laughs that no one can reach her for a miracle because she is all his and that she trusts nobody but him! Oh, how I want that man to die an unfortunate death indeed. Off with his head is a good solution."
She didn't know what she felt more- furious or heartbroken. She would kill this man. Why did she think he was different?! He was just like everyone else. Now she came up with a new perspective of people: everyone was greedy when lured for power. No one was selfless. They would all suffer under her wrath if they tried to receive anything from her again.
She flies off to her "husband" and confronts him. He had the nerve to give her a smile and eyes full of love. She could see the lies now. She was no longer blinded. "You have gone too far Gabe. I won't allow you to continue with how things are."
Gabe's smile soon turned into a sneer. "What are you going to do about it dear? As far as I am aware, I not only have massive power but I am immortal as well. You can't harm me!"
She gave him a nasty look before saying, "I gave you them once, and I can take them back whenever I please! Face the consequences!" She snaps her fingers to freeze him in place, and starts pulling his powers away.
"You can't do this to me! I am the emperor! I am the ruler of many! I am God!" Gabe started screaming.
"You are nothing more than a worthless pig to me now. My heart is beyond repair now! What you have done has forever set the future in stone for whatever I have in store for it." When all his powers were gone, even his wizard powers, he looked like a wrinkly old man about to fall to dust. Gabe wheezed for air as he tried to keep himself standing.
He dared to look at her and say "I love you" as if it would make a difference. Her stone, cold eyes locked onto his as she motions her arms upward. On the ground, a black circle came to form and a figure in a ghostly black cape rose out of it. This was the creation of the first Dementor. It locked onto its prey and swooshed for its meal. His soul was gone, and his body crumbled to dust. She smirked in achievement.
Her old name she treasured so dearly now meant nothing to her. She didn't need anyone to create a name for her; she would create her own.
Her dementor and her left the palace in flames. They had payment to collect from everyone she saved before she married Gabe. They were going to be her example.
She wrecked havoc all around. What everyone thought as a miracle, was a nightmare. They thought they had peace when Emperor Gabe died, they were dead wrong. All those who worshipped their savior turned into vegetables as her dementors sucked their souls out. For some morbid reason, she saved her first save as her last to prey upon. He knew she was coming, and he couldn't do anything about it.
The last thing he saw was his reflection of his eyes slowly going dull as his soul left his body. His family would later come home only to find him in a coma, never to wake up and die as he was.
As she watches the family of the man cry in agony, she smiles. She turns to her first dementor with her arms behind her back and says, "The reflection in a mirror. I like that. I'm going to use it. If anyone wants to contact me for a miracle, they will have to look in a reflective surface and say my new name, Mirror." She then turns around and disappears with her dementor army in smoke. She moved to an island and built a castle for them to live in.
Years went by, souls were taken as payment. They, wizards and muggles, all agreed to her consequences thinking nothing of it until it was too late, and were made as examples to spread the word. Soon, she became picky with who she dealt with. Those she thought were worth her time or brought the most entertainment got their wish granted. Her name, Mirror, was now a name everyone will remember. She earned a spot in the book "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". Although they didn't get all the facts right, she was a lesson for kids to understand the consequences of wishes.
To summon her, all you have to do to gain her attention is start the phrase, "Mirror, Mirror". It wasn't her fault that a pair of muggle writers decided to phrase it as "Mirror, Mirror on the wall" for an answer call.
She smirked down from her throne as her dementors were flying happily around picking the what they thought was the best soul of the pile as their meals. Laughing maniacally, she couldn't wait to see what the future will bring her.
In the distance, she could hear someone summon her, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Give me a happily ever after, after all."
Author's Note: Hey guys! I am so happy with the prologue right now. The next chapter will be a skip forward to Harry's third year. So see you guys then. If you liked this story, please review and follow to keep up-to-date with the next chapter coming soon! :)