Title: Anything Could Happen
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters except for my original one, Khione Nightshade. J.K. Rowling does.
Parings: James Potter/OC, Severus Snape/Lily Evans and other side pairings.
Rating: M
Warnings: Possible death, gore, adult themes, profanity and more.
Full Summary: Khione: This isn't even the time to be falling in love. I'm in the middle of the first war after we've just won the second (it's complicated). And the fact that I'm in love with a hero who changes the course of the war drastically (in a way)? ...Well, I love him but he loves her. Lily Evans. I really want to hate her but she's too nice and a really good person and they deserve to be happy. But I do too right?
James: I really thought I loved Lily (she should be saying yes any day now) but now... now I'm falling for her...
My name is Khione Nightshade.
I'm seventeen years old. Until a few days ago my life was relatively normal. The war had finally been won and I was due to start my seventh year in just a few short months. But then during a trip to Diagon Alley I had been abducted by the last few Death Eaters that were still determined to cause whatever havoc that they could instead of fleeing Britain like all the others.
They had taken my wand but didn't bother to check for any other items or weapons that were on my person which I was thankful for. I had several weapons that were transfigured into a variety of hair pins I always wore on my person. I also had a Gringotts pouch that allowed me to withdraw Galleons and other currency directly from my vault that had special goblin magic woven into so that if I ever lost it, it would always return to me, but that wasn't exactly useful unless I was planning on pelting them in the face with the heavy gold coins.
I carefully maneuvered my bound hands to my hair and allowed my finger to brush over my differently styled hair pins, searching for the one that was a small crystal leaf. My fingers brushed several leaf hair pins that were all the same but made out of different materials until I finally found the crystal one. I plucked it out of my hair, pressed lightly on the leaf, letting it recognize my fingerprint and it turned into a lethal double sided dagger.
My kaleidoscope eyes shone eerily in the dark damp dungeons as I anxiously waited for the arrival of the few Death Eaters to come to my cell for another torture session, only this time I was free of the bonds that held me back. I had managed to infuse just enough wandless magic (leaving me exhausted) into my dagger so that I could cut through the magical restraints and now I was free and ready to fight.
Hearing the faint footsteps getting louder with every step they took and the low murmuring of their voices I purposely slowed my uneven breathing so that I could listen better. The act was futile though because I only managed to catch disjointed phrases that were of no importance.
I scowled.
My four captors stopped right outside the cells bars and one of them jeered, "Ready for another round, Princess?"
I gave him my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare and waited for the idiots to open the cell so I could slash them into a million little pieces. They gathered into the cell and crowded around me, smirking at my seemingly helpless condition.
What was I thinking? I thought with growing dread. Just because I'm good with a knife and wand doesn't mean I could take all four of them. I'm only one person.
But now wasn't the time to doubt myself. I ignored the Death Eater in the back fiddling with a muggle syringe and instead threw my blade at the cloaked figure in front of me. Since I wasn't aiming to kill, – no matter how violent my thoughts were – the deadly blade wedged itself in between two of the blokes' ribs. I scrunched up my nose after wiping the blood away from my dagger, pointedly looking away. Just in time to.
I yelped, throwing myself sideways when green flames shot right past my head, the searing heat licking at my exposed skin. Desperately kicking at one man's legs I scrambled up and melted into the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself so I could escape. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure they'd find me any second now but no. I edged around the wall, trying to get closer to the cell door so I would be able to escape. Their spells illuminated the dark chamber and they were steadily heading straight for me. With a hand clamped over my mouth so they hopefully couldn't hear me breathing I soon gave up all pretenses and put on a sudden burst of speed, heading straight for the entrance.
I was almost there but then I suddenly tripped over nothing. Swearing profusely in my mind I resolved to never laugh at all the idiots in the movies who tripped over air when they were running from their soon to be murderer – it wasn't their fault really. Just when I managed to push myself up I was hit with a silent Petrificus Totalus.
Let me go! I wanted to yell but I was paralyzed, unable to even twitch my fingers. The Death Eater with the muggle syringe I had dismissed earlier was standing over me, grinning nastily. "I won't be seeing you any more." He said with satisfaction and mixed the dangerous, unknown liquid into my blood stream. The last thing I remember was the feeling of being burned from the inside out and then I lost all consciousness.
