Danielle Radcliffe and I share the same exact birthday and to celebrate that, I am bringing you a new story! Hope you guys like it! And it's based on the Dexter series! I would love to know what you guys think about this new story! Hope you are all doing well! I definitely missed you! Enjoy!
-Classysam
Being in the midst of nearly a thousand familiar faces was strange for Jade. Being in the midst of nearly a thousand smiling and expression filled faces was even stranger. Jade sat at her table in Ravenclaw, watching everyone bond and retell their summer escapades. Jade wasn't interested in neither hearing their stories nor telling them her own…unless she wanted to be sent to an institution.
"My summer was amazing! We had a family reunion and spent months barbequing, playing games and telling stories over the bonfire." Padma Patil said with a grin.
The rest of her company smiled back, nodding; reacting to her story, something Jade couldn't accomplish.
"My father sent me off to summer camp to find Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. We were very close to finding one but alas, they had escaped so quickly…" Luna breathed, staring off at a wall again. Jade blinked at her sister and looked back at Padma Patil, Terry Boot and the rest of the students who gave her an odd look.
"Er-so what about you Jade? I suppose you went to a Snorkack camp too?" Padma asked.
Terry, Michael Corner and Lisa Turpin laughed and Jade only forced a smile on her face to look at least normal.
"So what did you do this summer?" Padma asked.
'I killed animals just the way my father had taught me.' Jade thought.
"Hunted…nothing else." Jade shrugged.
"So the Lovegood sisters went out to hunt for the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks? Too bad none of you actually caught anything." Michael sniggered.
Jade watched him bathe in his own humor and the corners of her mouth tugged into a smirk.
"You would be fairly surprised Corner." Jade said under her breath. Michael turned around towards her, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Did you say something Lovegood?" he asked.
"Oh…was I thinking aloud again?" Luna asked.
"Not you, the other one." Michael said.
"I didn't say anything." Jade said, shaking her head. He looked confused, thinking he heard her say something. In the end he dismissed his thoughts and turned back to join Terry Boot's conversation.
At the end of the feast, Jade got up and started walking out of the Great Hall with her sister next to her. Luna was a lovely sister to Jade and just as socially awkward but there were incredible differences between the two. Luna was gentle and never wished anyone ill. Jade was anything but. Luna had feelings and a heart but Jade was completely empty inside. She couldn't feel happiness, grief, anxiety or anything that would fit under any category of human sentiment. The only feeling she did possess was the thrill. Jade had been adopted by Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood. She was only four when she had been accepted into the family. Her memories were vague and Xenophilius never discussed the matter deeply about her past. The only thing she knew was that her biological father and mother were murdered and she sat in their blood for hours.
Xenophilius had heard her crying from inside of her house on an afternoon hunt for Wrackspurst. Curiously he looked in through the window and saw the grisly sight of her covered with her mother and father's blood and stole her from the scene. What had happened to her parents and how things became the way they did, Jade never knew and Xenophilius didn't want her to know. Ever since then, he and Pandora wanted to give her a normal life but the aftermath of Jade's past had started to creep up to her.
Jade quickly dug a hole in the corner of her backyard in Ottery St. Catchpole's. She looked at the headless Kneazle lying next to the new grave she was digging up.
"Jade! Sweetheart, dinner's ready!" Jade and Luna's mother called from the kitchen window.
"Jade! Where are you? We need to set the table again!" Luna's voice followed.
"I'm coming!" Jade shouted back.
She turned back to the grave and dug faster so her parents wouldn't grow suspicious of her lateness.
"What are you doing there Jade?" Xenophilius asked.
Jade shook from the sudden interruption. She saw her father standing in front of her, his white cotton like hair standing out. His large silver eyes traveled from the small specks of blood on her shirt to the dead Kneazle on the ground.
"Dad…you scared me." Jade said in a shaky voice.
"I think it's quite the opposite. Is that a Felis silvestris Kneazlus?" Xenophilius asked.
"Yes sir." Jade said, lowering her head.
"Did you do this?" Xenophilius.
"It bit Mummy. It could have infected her with something, it was dangerous. I didn't want it to hurt Mummy, you or Luna so I…" Jade trailed off, letting Xenophilius figure out the rest. He gave a large sigh and squatted, inspecting the small grave. Next to it, were other graves where the dirt looked upturned and recently made.
"This isn't the first time since you've hurt an animal is it?" Xenophilius asked.
"No, sir." Jade said, not being able to meet her father's eyes. .
"Have you wanted to hurt something other than animals? Like…people?" Xenophilius asked.
"Yes." Jade whispered softly. Xenophilius didn't say anything. He stood silent, thinking.
"I've been expecting this." Xenophilius said.
Jade finally looked up at Xenophilius, unsure of what he was saying.
"I don't know if you still remember what had happened to you when you were little-"
"I don't remember anything." Jade answered immediately. She was badly hoping that Xenophilius wasn't planning to send her back if she did remember.
"That's good that you don't remember Jade. I don't want you to remember it." Xenophilius said, touching her dark brown hair softly. "But what I want you to know is that whatever happened when you were little is what's making you do this." He explained.
Jade didn't understand and the look that she gave her father, made him elaborate.
"You're different Jade. You are not like other children. These things that you do…killing animals aren't normal. Normal children wouldn't do that but you do…and you won't be able to control it when you get older." He said.
"I'm not normal?" Jade asked.
"I'm telling you this because I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to get in trouble either. The last thing I need is to lose one of my daughters." He said.
"What do I do now, if I'm not normal?" Jade asked. Xenophilius gave his daughter a onceover, still touching her hair softly.
"You have to pretend to be." He said.
It was from then when Xenophilius channeled her bizarre urges for killing things into socially acceptable activities such as sports to vent out her frustrations. The urge to kill something never subsided in Jade however. It was a nagging and prickling feeling tugging and running all over Jade. It was as if there was a mosquito buzzing near her ear, biting her in the dark. Being overwhelmed, Jade had to give in to those urges. She needed to kill something, just like a normal person would turn on the light and kill the mosquito to get the much needed rest and relief they wanted. When her father caught her, there wasn't much to be explained because he was already aware of her issues and quite strangely understood. He was the one who taught her how to be prepared and most importantly, how to kill to control her needs.
The hardest part was fitting in to be normal.
The way people would interact, connect and socialize was something Jade couldn't follow. She knew everyone else faked lots of emotions themselves but she had to fake all of them. Luna had been completely different, being a social butterfly at her early years. She would have friends and Jade would have herself, often tagging along and scaring them off by trying to decapitate insects. They'd run away and call her names but Luna never seemed to mind and Jade appreciated her for that. Did Luna know that Jade had the tendency to kill? The answer was no and that was exactly how Jade and Xenophilius agreed it to be. To protect her family and loved ones, Jade would never let her darkness show in case she had gotten caught.
"Do you think Advanced Potions will be as hard as they say?" Luna asked when they reached the common room.
"It's hard to say but it shouldn't be too hard. We studied with Dad for the last few weeks in summer haven't we?" Jade asked.
"Oh yes, but we never know what to expect when Professor Snape himself is teaching do we? If only Potions could come so easily to me." Luna said wistfully.
Jade walked up the staircase, seeing the look on Luna's face. It was another reference to their mother's death and still traumatized Luna to this day. In a way it had added to the early sociopathic qualities that Jade had inherited from before, when they both witnessed their mother blowing up into tiny bits and pieces across the entire room and even on them.
Jade and Luna sat on the stools as their mother put an apron on so she wouldn't dirty her clothes. She smiled at her children and pulled on her leather gloves to start on her concoction.
"Pray that this works out well so we can finally be able to see those Nargles and Wrackspurts!" she said.
Jade sat still, watching her mother in awe. She always admired Pandora's ability to experiment with different potions. It took a person a lot of courage to mix, match and perform trial and error. Her mother started out slowly, pouring tentatively, testing the reaction and taking notes for recording purposes.
However that day, things went horribly wrong and she had died. No, Jade hadn't killed her.
Pandora went to reach for a glass of salamander legs over a boiling pot of potion with various ingredients. Pandora grabbed the glass of salamander legs but ended up knocking down a box of a baby Erumpent horn. It was the second time in Jade's life where she sat in a room that was covered with blood. Unlike the large chopped up pieces like her biological mother, Pandora was reduced to scattered flesh that was no more than an inch long. Luna broke into hysterical cries and Jade sat there, frozen, in shock. Xenophilius was heard running up the stairs and opened the door to the scene.
"Oh…Oh my g-goodness." He stammered, looking around the room. His eyes set on his two children. Both terribly frightened but expressing themselves in stark contrast.
"I-I swear I didn't kill Mummy." Jade said, seeing Xenophilius nod, breaking into sobs.
"I know you didn't sweetheart." He said, hugging his children tightly.