Disclaimer: I Amalynne O'hara own nothing whatsoever, Rowling is the brilliance behind it all, and I am simply a wannabe teenager with writing as a hobby, thank you very much.
Authors Note: This fic is a mix of many different themes, Post Half-blood Prince, summer before Harry's 7th year. Some themes and characters have bee carried over from my previous fic The Ever Secret Diary of Sirius Black, so you might notice some similarities ;). Hope you enjoy, hope the plot isn't as thick as pea soup to understand. -Amalynne O.
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The corridor was long and dark and infinite. It always seemed that way, the never ending twist and turn of tunnels that consumed her thoughts. That's how it always was at night, the pressure of knowing what she would see even before she closed her eyes, the misty blue lights and the mist drifting in a haze before her… and then there were curtains that swayed in an eerie breeze… and then a darkened figure fell through them, landing in a limp heap in her arms… shrieks, and then silence. That was what she looked forward to every night.
Amelie-Elise Collier was one of the uniquely gifted specimens at the center, now seventeen with a chip on her shoulder and bitter feelings about her abilities. The needles and the poking, the cramped test centers, and goggling eyes, the constant observations, andnot a single moment of privacy. Amelie knew no privacy, it was a thought unheard to her, save for the evening, when she was confined to her cramped cubicle and left to dream of life beyond the stark white rooms of her existence… to dream of the blue lights and the corridors.
"She's extraordinary, have you seen the girl? Quite a phenomenon, I must say."
"Oh quite, quite extraordinary… are you thinking of moving her on, you know… for…"
The voices outside her cubicle became fainter, hushed tones, perhaps for fear she had developed keen hearing among other abilities, but she was already aware as to what they were saying. She had suspected it for a while. Their tests had proved nothing, which spurred greater interest. They could find no answers in the tubes of blood or the charts, nothing that explained the reasons why she could levitate midair in her sleep, why she could, it seemed, almost communicate with the canine specimens brought in to examine social interaction, and then it was almost as though-- but no, they hadn't admitted it to each other yet, but perhaps she could even read their thoughts. No scale or technological device could decipher the cause of her strange… qualities. These were the qualities, among many that Amelie Collier had grown to be ashamed of, ashamed of her uniqueness, for she had been hearing that she was the only one in the facility.
Yes, they would be taking her away soon, where ever away was. Nearly six years she had been here now, though it had seemed longer. There used to beclouds and trees and color beyond this blinding white gloom she lived in now, and there used to be people with faces that cared and smiled, and a bedroom with books and a cozy nook to sit and read in during winter, that is, until the letter. She had been exceptional her whole life, she had been told so many times, her mother was proud of it, yet… even things were visible, things that one could not dismiss.
"You are exceptional, and there are reasons," her mother would say in that soft honey voice that was so foggy now, her memory had been blurred by this place. So she was exceptional, and she hated it… this is what being exceptional had brought her to, a test specimen, not regarded as human… not like the days of her childhood when she was regarded as Amelie-Elise Collier Black.
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