Eternal Misty November
Halloween 1980...
It began on that day...
That the minute Vernon Dursley ended an innocent life just so he wouldn't have 'a freak' in his 'perfectly normal home', that he created a monster.
He threw a baby girl into the river Thames and drove away, cackling.
No living witnesses...
...but thousands upon thousands of the dead saw his act.
As the poor baby girl struggled to breathe...
The lost souls in the river took notice of the struggling life.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why was she born only to be killed?
We were killed before we were born...
...but she was born to be killed?
What's worser than that?
Cruel...
So cruel...
Many, many whimpering, but angry, childlike voices spoke up. Angry at the injustice they were witness to.
Hey, why don't we go to her so we can be born?
Huh?
She is like us. But still alive. If we go to her, she will live on for us. We can be born in a way.
Anywhere's better than this cold river...let's go to where its warm...she's warm because she's alive, right?
Upon that collection of agreements, shadows appeared and went to the drowning baby...effectively saving the baby's life but became something more.
But even they noticed something's off.
Hey! Who's this?
Its a no-good adult!
Yuck, he's uuuugly!
He looks freaky!
You don't belong here, go away!
What can a seventh portion of a soul do, against over eighty-thousand whole souls?
These wraiths merged to become a white-haired little girl with vivid, amber eyes. She appeared to be a prepubescent little girl with fair skin, wearing a tattered black cloak a pair of black tights and pink slippers. Her face sported stitched-looking scars by the left side of her face, and below her right cheek.
'...heeeere we aaaare...' she spoke in a childlike voice of utter, dissonant, monotonous tone but the way it was spoken is intended to be playful. If anyone were to hear her, they'd be creeped out, along with a chill down their spine.
It was on that night that London became enveloped in a foul-smelling smog that burns the throat and hurts the eyes.
A smog that never disappeared since.
It even affected London Underground and Diagon Alley.
However, it never entered buildings and homes that people found refuge in buildings at least, where there was clean air.
London would wake that morning to see a smoggy city.
A smog that hurts their eyes and burns the throat.
No one has any clue as to how and why, that London, only London is like this that London got the attention of the media. Try as they might to find any reason as to why London got trapped in a poisonous smog, they never found any reason at all.
Not just London, ANY human settlement is trapped in this fog. Everywhere else is fine however.
For magicals, the more sinister nature of this smog affects only them.
For them, its poisonous.
They weaken...that it became a fashion to use Bubblehead Charms just to get by to have things normal in a way, but staying out magically-drains them, and they could only recover within a building.
She lives by drinking milk for the sake of the core of her being. An infant girl.
She can do anything she wants by drawing from the magical energy she takes which was obtained by her Mist.
However, she also gains information this way...that she thought to affect magical places too in England.
The situation was so bad that the ICW made sure to pay attention to Britain's magical affairs...and so did she.
Even Azkaban is enveloped in that same smog.
Hours later, she came to Azkaban, causing its human wardens and inmates to choke.
Dementors swarmed to the threat, but she was too strong for them.
She walked in to see its many prisoners.
She went into every cell, and devoured its inmates by going in, and digging out their hearts for her to eat...save for one.
'A-are you going to kill me too?' Sirius Black III asked her. He was thrown in here not long ago. And he saw what she just did to his neighbors. Seeing a little girl stick her hand into their chests for their hearts for her to eat horrified him.
He thought he was next, when she came to his cell.
'Nope~' the girl giggled. 'Our host is your family. You care for her...unlike that fat man who threw her down Thames River where we lived.' she said. 'So we will spare you for her.'
'Uh, who are you talking about?' Sirius asked, absolutely baffled.
'This baby's name is Serenity Potter, right?'
'WHAT?!'
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Sirius Black's head swam as the little girl took him out of Azkaban. He was also the only one unaffected by the smog that the girl made.
He wants need to know information real bad. And he wants it now since what happened was within his Weird-O-Meter.
At least his insane cousin and Voldy's boot-lickers are all dead. The government is too Pro-Pureblood that it needs hardcore evidence and a lot of witnesses just to convict them.
And he, an innocent man, got chucked here no thanks to that no-good rat who betrayed them all!
'Hey Mister...'
'Hm?'
'Wanna kill him? The rat man you're thinking about.'
Sirius really wonders how she knows what he's thinking...she's not even doing legilimency...
'If I knew where he was, I'll have a legit reason to be in prison at least.' Sirius grumbled. 'By the way, what's your name? Never got it.'
'...the people of 92 years ago called us Jack the Ripper.' the girl smiled serenely as Sirius sputtered. This little girl, is waaaay older than he. 'We were the 80000 aborted children who were never born...because our mothers sees us as a burden and cutting down on the money they make.' Sirius choked at that. He really, REALLY did not like the scenario those words made in his head. 'We also took this form back then, looking for our mothers...but they all rejected us.' she said with a sad smile. 'All we wanted was mother's warmth and the warmth of the womb. But they don't want us so we wanted their wombs...but we couldn't go back to where we want...the most we could do was hold that organ against our cheeks till it went cold.'
Sirius had one heck of an imagination about that...he's pretty sure he won't sleep well tonight at least.
'This world is just horrible. We know that much...but one day, somebody killed us, destroying our body and we separated...weak...back in that cold filthy river again. We couldn't become Jack again...until that fat man threw Serenity into the river. She was what gave us the power to be Jack again while protecting her in return.' Jack finished. 'You know him...he's her mother's relative, right?' she grinned and Sirius realized just WHO the fat man was and he fumed. 'So we wanna kill him.'
'By all means, please do so.' Sirius scowled. How could he throw a baby down a river?! Then again, its also his fault...he entrusted Serenity to Hagrid while he hunted that traitorous rat down...how was he supposed to know that the Headmaster gave her to the Dursleys of all people?! Last I checked, Lily wrote in their shared Will that she's to NEVER go to them incase I was compromised as a Legal Guardian! But I'm now a convict, now what do I do?'
'...we can always make them forget you're a convict. I can do that...in exchange, give us what we want.' Jack smiled. 'All we want is a warm parent.'
'Yeah, I can do that.' Sirius smiled. 'No kid deserves what you guys put up with. Heck, my own parents aren't exactly winners of the Parent of the Year award either.' he said. 'I learned what a real mom and dad should be when James' family took me in. They were warm too.' he said, smiling sadly at the memory. 'Well, after we do a li'l memory editing and information editing, we can live in a nice house somewhere!'
'Yay~!'
It took quite a while to do everything.
Fixing everyone's memories, getting rid of all Daily Prophets that painted him as a criminal, and deleting files in the Ministry that registered him as a convict. They also dealt with letters...and found Peter Pettigrew heading for the Weasley Residence thanks to Jack's Mist.
Jack severely drained him of magical energy that he couldn't maintain his Rat transformation.
'Gulp...h-hello Sirius...' Peter stammered nervously at the murderous smile on Sirius' face.
'Hello, Wormtail...' Sirius spoke coldly despite the smile on his face. 'Jack, eat his magical core but not his heart...then we'll do a little memory editing, and crucify him in Diagon Alley. Its his fucking turn to be a convict.'
Hours later, with wooden stakes crudely crafted, Jack hammered a jawless animagus onto the entrance of Knockturn Alley and nobody noticed her do so even if she was right in front of them doing a grisly crime.
His right arm was exposed, bearing the Dark Mark.
It all happened in one month straight.
Sirius is the most informed person in the country regarding Ministerial Affairs thanks to Jack, and he edited things for his convenience. Jack also found several 'pieces' of souls around the country similar to the one Serenity had...
She never found the one in a certain beach though, nor can she get into the bank...
Sirius was surprised there's one in his old house, and Hogwarts.
However, once all affairs are dealt with, the Mist that plagued England's towns, cities and villages, and all Magical Settlements disappeared.
Although during that month, the Ministry was in a tizzy because several inmates and Dementors are found dead, and the Wizarding Wardens clinging to life from severe poisoning.
A:N- In Fate/Apocrypha Canon, Jack's History is 120 years old. That would mark it in the year 2008 when the Great Grail War begins. But currently in year 1980, she's 92 years old.
