Title: The Darkness Within
Author: SelenaK16
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Rating: R, for bad words, bloody, graphic fight scenes and some sexuality
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: The Dark Lord is growing ever stronger, and the time has come for a hero. A warrior will arise, one who is the antithesis to that which is evil. But will she be able to fulfill her destiny, or will she let her heart get in the way? (Warning: OC)
Author's notes: This is my very first fan fic! I hope everyone likes it (or at least some of you). I have tried very hard to stay away from Mary Sue elements in my OC. Also, currently I am searching for a Beta reader for this story. If you are interested, please e-mail me. Enjoy!
The Darkness Within
Chapter One: May It Be
Broken
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high and steal your pain
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I want to hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I want to hold you high and steal your pain
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
Looking out of the window, Ava Servo could see the snow beginning to fall. 'Cold tonight I think. Better wear the heavy suit.' Moving away from the window, she turned to face her closet. Although the doors were closed, she knew that it was there, waiting for her. 'It's always there, the feeling, the need...always there beneath the surface...I can never escape it...' she thought as she moved towards the closet. Opening it revealed a normal closet, full of normal robes. Pushing the robes aside Ava felt for the small button in the back of the closet. Smiling to herself she thought, 'Muggle contraptions do have their uses. They would never think to expect a simple mechanism to open this door—it's always magic with them.' Finding the button, she pushed it to reveal a hidden compartment. Inside the compartment were several suits on hangers, along with many different cloaks, hoods, boots and gloves. There were other objects in the compartment, but she ignored them for now.
Ava pulled the heavy suit off of the hanger, as well as one of the cloaks and put then aside. Slipping out of bathrobe she was wearing she walked naked back over to the window. 'I hope the moon has risen, I would hate to have to wait half the night before being able to go out. But tonight is the big one, the big score. They'll all be there tonight....I have to be there, one way or another," she thought grimly. But she was in luck. The moon had risen early and was shining its brilliant light through her window. 'Let's get this over with,' she thought, gritting her teeth. This was by far the worst part of getting ready. 'If only it wasn't so painful...' But she turned anyways, facing her back towards the light of the moon. The image on her back suddenly glowed brightly, the lines filled with a brilliant fire that filled the whole room. A ghost-like image arose, still gleaming like moon light, as she cried out in pain. The image spread and began to materialize, growing more real with each passing second. It was over before it began, but the pain had left her panting on the floor. Getting shakily to her feet, Ava gripped the window panel for support. The transformation never ceased to marvel her as she moved back into the light to look at what had materialized.
Wings. Large, beautiful midnight black wings were now coming out of her back, taking the place of the image that had been there earlier. Ava stretched them to the fullest extent and then, holding her arms out, closed them around her body. She moved back to where she had laid the suit and cloak, and picked up the suit. Bending down she began to pull on the one piece outfit, stopping at her waist. Walking over to her dresser she pulled out a thick bra and wrappings. 'Always a challenge to get into this thing,"' she thought as she struggled to pull it over her wings. Finally, she had it in place. Moving into the view of her mirror Ava turned to the side, trying to check the view. 'Good, I got it into place right away this time.' Next she took the wrappings and began to bind her breasts, pulling the wrappings as tight as they would go, while still allowing plenty of movement. Turning again to the side, she admired the effect. What had once been a full chest was now as flat as any man's. Smiling, Ava began to pull the rest of the suit up, struggling in a couple of places as she strained to get her wings to cooperate and go through the openings in the back.
With the suit now in place, Ava flapped her wings a couple of times, to test the flexibility. Satisfied with the effect she stopped and walked back over to the closet. Picking up the cloak, she pulled it onto her back and fastened onto the clasps at the neck of her suit. Next, she grabbed a pair of boots out of the bottom of the compartment. Ava struggled to pull them on, pulling them up to just below her knees. She flexed her ankles for a moment, making sure none of their movement was constricted. Then she removed a pair of gloves and pulled them on as far as they would go. The gloves reached to the middle of her arm, and were rather heavy. She clenched a fist and wiggled her fingers. Ava made a few mock jabs in the air, testing the comfort. Satisfied, she turned back towards the closet.
'Now...the best part...' Ava thought as she reached her hand back into the compartment. She pulled out two pieces of fabric, setting one of them down on the chair next to her. But first, she pulled her long silver hair into a low ponytail, taking care to braid it as tightly as she could. Satisfied with the results, she then pulled the first piece of fabric onto her head. It only reached halfway down, just covering her nose. Ava pulled her hair into the fabric and pinned it into place. Glancing quickly at the mirror, she checked to make sure none of her hair was sticking out. None was so she picked up the other piece of fabric. Looking down at it, she studied it for a moment. Ava smiled, remembering how she came to find this........this part of her life. 'A part that envelopes all other aspects of my life...but isn't that what Dumbledore warned me about?'
With a sigh, Ava pulled the mask on, securing it tightly onto the neck of her suit. Pulling the hood of the cloak on over the mask, she now walked over to her full length mirror and studied the figure looking back at her.
The figure was dressed in black dragon hide from head to toe. Turning, Ava checked to make sure no skin or hair was showing. She unfurled her wings and studied the full effect. 'Good. Very good. But will it be enough? Perhaps one final precaution...' She walked over to her discarded bathrobe and pulled out her wand. Clearing her throat, Ava pointed it towards her face and said, "Occulus Obscuro." A thick mist enclosed her face, and then cleared. Looking back at the mirror she saw that now where there had once been a mask clad face was just an empty gray space. 'Perfect,' Ava thought, 'If this doesn't scare the shit out of them, then I don't know what will.'
Her thoughts began to wander towards memories from many years ago. The years at school, the years of training, the constant traveling, the lying, and....her mother. With a sigh Ava walked back to her closet and pulled out the final pieces of her outfit. A belt with many different pouches attached to it. A holster for her wand, another holster for her staff. She strapped a sheath across her back, taking care to place it between the wings. She reached into the sheath, checking to make sure her weapons were there, and then pulled the staff out of its holster at her thigh. Pressing a button at the top caused the staff to extend until it was as tall as she was. Ava twirled it a couple times and then went into a guard position. Satisfied with the feeling she returned the staff back to its normal height and placed it back into its holster. 'One final check, and then I'll be ready to go. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting,' she thought grimly. She pulled on the belt, making sure the buckle locked tightly. Then she opened each pocket individually and made sure she was fully stocked. 'Healing potion, gas bombs, Veritaserum.....' she mentally checked off.
Finally satisfied, Ava took one last look into the mirror. Reaching back into her closet she pressed the button one more time to close the compartment. Closing her closet doors she muttered a few spells, making sure it locked securely. Walking over to her dresser, she did the same. 'The front door is already sealed; all that's left is the window.' Moving towards the window she opened it and marveled for a moment at the stillness of the night, the brisk feeling in air, and the snow falling peacefully onto the ground. With a deep breath, she climbed out of the window and perched on the ledge. Ava closed the window behind her and sealed it as well. Returning the wand to its holster, she turned to face the night. With a leap she jumped from the ledge and unfurled her wings. A couple strong beats later and she was airborne.
The cold winter's air cleared her mind, helping her to focus on the task at hand. 'The revel is supposed to be happening at the mansion tonight. He said that the Dark Lord was not going to be present, so that won't be a problem. I suppose I'll find a quiet ledge and wait for the right moment...have to make sure there aren't too many of them, I don't think I'm quite ready for a mass attack.'