Blue Eyes Of A Raven

Disclaimer: As Much as I want the whole Harry Potter series to be mine, unfortunately everything (except Aiyla, her grandparents and mother) is owned completely by J K Rowling, not me

Chapter One: Forced Into Darkness

Smoke sinuously twisting and curling in the heavy air. Chilly water leaving its icy spray across her skin. Razor-edged knife filling her vision and the silence pierced by a scream. A scream of a terrified child, half sobbing, half pleading. Blood filled her mouth and she choked, she realised that she was the one screaming.

The pale shimmering moonlight fell across her distraught face as she sat bolt upright. It was just a dream; it was just a dream...She thought to herself. But the memory of the cold metal slicing across her neck plagued her mind throughout the whole night, disturbing her sleep whenever she drifted off. Her eyes flickered open and she sat up nearly every hour of the night as the dream repeated itself every time she closed her eyes. She knew where this dream had formed from. It was all too obvious, she thought as she traced the long scar going from her collar bone and down diagonally to her left.

Her crystal blue eyes closed from the pain and she hissed slightly when she felt the knife again. Her raven black hair fell over her face; a stark contrast against her skin which had a complexion rivaling the paleness of the moonlight drowning her room as it seeped through the gap in the curtains. Her eyes were almost perfect mirror images of her mothers which many people noticed when they visited the manor. She stared sadly into the mirror opposite her bed, knowing that it will be a constant reminder that her mother was no longer with her. The girl closed her eyes slowly and laid down, wishing above everything else that she could smell her mother's sweet Lavender perfume as she hugged her again.

The restless night finally passed, Aiyla Lorin had managed to get an hour's sleep in her four-poster bed. The sound of the morning bells echoing around the house, as Riley the head House Elf pulled the long chords that hung down into the kitchen causing Aiyla to stir. Her curtains had already been pulled back, drenching her room with bright and warm sunlight. The colourful reflections from the crystals hanging across the frame danced around the room as the light breeze drifting in from the window gently blew them. It made everything seem so peaceful and happy, the opposite of how Aiyla felt at that moment but as the day passed she began to forget the dream. It was cast away by the excitement she felt when she received her Owl post.

"I have been accepted into Hogwarts grandfather, isn't that wonderful?" Aiyla said excitedly as she entered the dining room. However, her face fell when her grandfather turned around, an angry expression written on his face as he stared down at the parchment she clutched.

"You are not going to Hogwarts child." He replied and snatched the paper out of her hands.

"But mother went the—"

"I don't care. You are not going and that's final! You will continue your education here." He snapped and threw the parchment into the grate in the fireplace. He cast a fire charm on it and it shriveled up as the flames around it lashed at the paper, burning not only her dreams but the memory of her mother as well. She knew hardly anything about her apart from small memories of when she was alive and had always looked forwards to the moment when she would be old enough to go to Hogwarts. The girl didn't cry. The tears didn't well up in her blue eyes but she just stared at her grandfather with pure loathing.

"Go to your room Aiyla," He said calmly and she obeyed reluctantly making sure she slammed the door on her way out.

She spent the rest of the day sulking in her room, hoping that someone like Albus Dumbledore would come and rescue her from her grandfather, and take her to her mother's school. She was curled up in her bed sheets staring glumly out of the window into the garden. The darkness of the night was descending quickly on her hometown and she knew it would be time for dinner soon but she made no move to go down the stairs. That was, until her Elf decided to show up in her room in a distressed manner. She was clutching her ears down to her shoulders and was jumping on her bed.

"Miss Lorin, Miss Lorin!" Aiyla rolled over but the elf was jumping on the bed causing her body to jump up as well.

"What's wrong Kali?" Aiyla asked, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn.

"The bad people are back!" She said suddenly ceasing her jumping and scurrying to the large armoire by the door. She always called these particularly guests the 'bad people'. Aiyla didn't need telling twice. She jumped out of bed and quickly dressed into her black robes, her wand securely stuck to her hand the entire time.

Death Eaters had been visiting her grandparents for the last few nights and she wanted to get down to the bottom of it. After all, they had been the sole reason her mother had died, and now her grandfather was socializing with them? Of course, she had an inkling of what it could be, but every part of her wished that information hadn't leaked from her home. It would explain her mother's death though as much as she hated to admit it.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she froze when she heard a crash from below in the study. Curious,, Aiyla thought, turning around subconsciously to see if anyone was following before she sat on the banister and slid silently down the stairs to avoid the squeaky floorboards. Once she reached the bottom, Aiyla slipped off and landed on her toes to stop any noise.

I'm goooood, she thought with a smile when she made it to the door and couldn't help but hum the muggle 'Mission Impossible' song in her head. The girl suddenly became serious when she heard the muffled shouts of her grandfather through the oak door and when she peeked through the keyhole she had to stifle a gasp as she saw a man holding a wand at her grandfather's chest. The intruders were wearing a bone white half skeletal mask and were draped in black robes that closely resembled those of the Dementors. They were wearing white gloves that disappeared beneath their black robes, and the leader carried a silver walking stick that glinted as the light from the small chandelier above them.

Fear washed over her making her normally pale skin turned as white as the snow that falls in winter time. She stared on in horror as he made her grandparents move to the center of the room before he guided them to the direction of the door.

Aiyla lifted her head away from the door and looked around frantically. She quickly ran to a suit of armor and hid in the shadows of the wall behind it, hoping that they couldn't see any part of her.

"Where is she Augustus?" The man with the walking stick demanded once they were all filed out into the corridor, raising his wand to her grandfather's throat.

"I don't know!" He said but received a strike to his back.

"You lie! She is here somewhere," The man said and took his wand away to place flat in his hands.

"Point me…Aiyla Lorin." He snapped and the wand started to spin wildly. It slowed, and then stopped pointing in the direction of Aiyla behind the suit. Bile rose in her throat and she stared on in horror as she saw the man smile evilly. He walked briskly towards the armor but the girl slowly moved her hands up and placed them on the cold metal, pushing with all her might at the last possible moment. The armor toppled and landed on the man causing him to cry out, but Aiyla was already running towards the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Someone shouted from in front of her and to her horror, five more Death Eaters entered the Manor. One of them grabbed her and put their hand over her mouth to stop her screams. They carried her struggling body back to where the armor had fallen and threw her harshly to the ground in front of the now laughing leader.

"Crucio!" He spat. The pain that the writhing girl felt at that moment was something that she could never imagine. It was indescribable; Unbearable. Her fingernails clawed the floorboards she was laying on as her muscles tensed. Manic laughter from several of the hooded figures filled her ears as she bit her lip so her screams ceased but they intensified the spell causing her to open her mouth again to let out an ear piercing screech. She felt her muscles spasm over and over with excruciating pain and blood filled her mouth that she spat out across the floor and their shoes. Finally, the spell was stopped and she opened her eyes to stare audaciously at her captor. Aiyla saw her reflection in his blood splattered shoes, her face portraying a mangled expression of confusion, pain and despair.

It was only a few seconds that she had to regain her composure before the unforgivable spell was cast upon her again. Aiyla's grandmother was shaking as she tried to get the caster to stop but she was flung back. Thankfully, they stopped the spell but Aiyla couldn't will her muscles to move. Laughter filled her ears again and a man knelt down at her struggling form with a sneer on his face.

"We meet again Miss Lorin!" he said almost cheerfully, "Though I believe you ran before I could get my hands on you last time," he said resentfully, "And I must say, you do look rather like your mother. That was…Before she died. Oh she was a feisty one I must say but the Dark Lord has different plans for you. " He finished snidely.

"You fucker!" Aiyla screamed and spat in his face. It was bloody from where she had bitten her tongue which sprayed over his white mask. He slowly reached up and wiped her saliva away before backhanding her.

"Language young lady…" The man warned, "You're what? Eleven? You're lucky that He doesn't want us to kill you. I'd put you in your place otherwise but unfortunately, He wants you practically untouched. But that doesn't stop me from using some spells against you." He whispered in her ear before standing, missing the face that she pulled at the man.

"Crucio!" The scene repeated itself and when it finally stopped, Aiyla had a mouthful of blood that she spat out on the floor. She was satisfied. Okay, her tongue was bleeding but she hadn't screamed as much that time.

He lifted her by the collar and pushed her towards the group standing over her.

"Take her. Make sure that she gets to the ring. He will be waiting." The man said and pushed her forwards into the group of Death Eaters. One of them grabbed her arms tightly and nodded before making his way outside where he could apparate.

"No! You won't ever take her you scum!" Aiyla spun round and stared at her grandmother in fear. She had never known her to ever speak that way, and as quick as a heartbeat, a green flash filled her eyes. It had hit her grandmother square in the chest and she toppled back with a shocked expression. She was dead before she even hit the floor. Aiyla screamed in horror and turned to the man who she had spat at shortly before with a look of sheer anger and hatred with her fists clenched. He laughed again but was interrupted. Aiyla's grandfather was shaking as he stepped up to the man, his wand raised.

"Augustus, it would do you good to stay out of this," The killer said sternly, holding up his hand before the man.

"You killed my wife!" Augustus spat disbelievingly; "You killed my daughter. You'll have to kill me if you want my granddaughter and under no circumstance will you do so!" Her grandfather raised his arm and cast the Avarda Kedavra curse on several of the men but he was obviously outnumbered. Her grandfather fell screaming as the cruciatus curse was cast on him.

"Tut tut, Augustus. I did warn you. May I dare say you're not what you used to be? You're slow old man. Courageous, yes…But slow." Screams from Aiyla filled the air again when another green light filled the room. She fell to the floor away from the Death Eater holding her, sobbing as she stared over to the body of her grandfather but someone lifted her to her feet. She snarled and lashed out with her fists but to her dismay, she couldn't move them particularly well. She only caused a bout of laughter which made her cheeks flash red with rage and embarrassment.

"Stupid girl! Stupefy!" Aiyla's body went limp and everything went black. For the first time that night, she was at peace as she was forced into darkness.

Ok this is my first chapter. I hope you like it! I'll be happy to answer any questions that you may have so please review and tell me what you think! Chapter 2 will be up soon, but I will want at least three reviews to give me the motivation to write