Broken Mirrors Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Broken Mirrors

Prologue – Evil-Eye Eva

They called her Evil-Eye Eva. They called her that because of the voices. They said the voiced didn't exist. They said she was insane, but they never did anything about it. Pills and words never sent the voices away, they always came back, always angry at her for trying to send them away.

The voices were real. They whispered constantly to her, told her of things she had no business knowing. Of people she was unsure of if they lived or not. Always whispering, never leaving her alone. They tormented her day and night.

The Broken Doll will come soon. The Tormented Soul drowns. The Dreaming Baron waits and the Bloody Lord sleeps. The Silver Prince is surrounded by knives. The Broken Doll will come soon. The Broken Doll will come soon. The Tormented Soul drowns. The Dreaming Baron waits and the Bloody Lord sleeps. The Silver Prince is surrounded by knives. The Broken Doll will come soon.

She tried to drown the voices out, but they wouldn't go away. When she tried to ignore them, they yelled even louder. At times, she would black out, only to wake up someplace else with no memory of what had happened.

Her family became disgusted with her and shipped her off to St. Daphne's Asylum. She knew she had to wait here. The voices told her that. She was kind to the doctors, always looking out for the people the voices told her about. The doctors thought she was a lost cause, drowning her in medicines that wrapped her in cotton and muffled the outside world.

But not the voices. Nothing can drown out the voices. They always whisper to her. Sometimes, they get angry at the medicine and they cause her to lash out. She can't convince the doctors that it's not her doing those things.

She was seventeen when the voices rose in frenzy. Something had set them off. They weren't whispering anymore, they were yelling at her. They were happy, excited, something good had happened.

Eva wandered the halls of St. Daphne, spurred on by the voices. She ran to the Welcome center and the closer she got, the more excited the voices became. The voices were fairly deafening by the time she passed through the doors.

She arrived in time to see a large walrus-like man leaving a small boy in the care of the doctors. He had one large hand on the boy's shoulder, the look on his face both hard and loving.

"His family left him with the orphanage when he was five, been to about fourteen homes since then. Longest he's ever stayed in one was three months. After what happened at the Dubois place, he needs to stay here," the man said.

"Was he really the only witness," the doctor asked.

The man nodded. "Poor tyke, saw it all through a peephole in the wall. Hasn't really spoken since. And when he does, it's all French. We thought you could help."

"We'll do our best, Mr. Smith. Thank you for bringing him. We'll take over from here," the doctor said. Mr. Smith patted the boy on the head and left.

The doctor knelt by the boy with a friendly smile. "What is your name, son?"

"Harry," the boy said in a low voice.

"And how old are you, Harry?" Eva knew the Doctor was only being kind now because the boy was young. Such a tiny little thing with messy black hair, all skin and bones and purple bruises.

Harry held up seven fingers.

"My, you're a big boy, aren't you," the doctor said. "Do you know why you're here, Harry? Did Mr. Smith tell you why he brought you here?"

Harry shook his head.

Eva's eyes narrowed as she studied the boy. The voices were triumphant, filling her mind with their chatter. All she could see now was the boy. Harry wasn't alone, like she wasn't alone. There! Just behind his eyes was someone else. Someone who wanted out. Someone who railed against him like the voices did to her.

In a dream, Evil-Eye Eva stepped closer to the boy, looking into his wide green eyes. He was beautiful, but frightened. The voices were louder, demanding that she speak their words. They hurt her until she complied.

"And the Broken Doll shall enter the House of White and find comfort. Shattered mirrors can show what the soul sees, but they bleed. Oh, yes, they bleed red on silver surface as they try to understand the images. But not the Broken Doll. Ah, he comes and the beginning shall start and now the Dreaming Baron moves. He knows! He always knows and his forces gather to tear the Broken Doll apart. Save the Broken Doll, we must save the Broken Doll."

Eva gasped as the voices retreated and she found herself on the floor, holding the boy in her arms. She started to laugh. This was the Broken Doll! This was the child she had been waiting for, the first of the ones the voices told her about. She had to find the others, but for now, she had found him!

"The Broken Doll is here. The Tormented Soul drowns. The Dreaming Baron plots and the Bloody Lord sleeps. The Silver Prince is bleeding in his gilded cage. The Broken Doll is here. The Tormented Soul drowns. The Dreaming Baron plots and the Bloody Lord sleeps. The Silver Prince is bleeding in his gilded cage."

"Nurse, get the tranquilizer. Eva Trelawny has our newest patient!"

"Don't worry, young man, we're here to help you. Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Will someone shut her up!"

"Here, Doctor. I have the needle."

"What set her off this time?"

"Who knows? Just give me the needle!"

Eva felt the prick of the needle and all was black. Only the voices stayed to keep her company and they whispered to her about the Broken Doll. Soon, she would meet the Tormented Soul. Soon, she would meet them all.

And when she did, the world would end.

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Let me know what you think. This fic will be updated once a week and I have a great idea for it.
Eva is the neice of Professor Trelawny. I just thought that someone with a real gift of prophecy wouldn't see it as a gift or be as "calm" as the professor is.