Important: Only the Prologue is in first person. It will be Serenity's accounts on her past, as if she were telling someone.
Summery: Life as a portrait has proved to be a very dull existence, so Serenity is given a chance to take physical form to a whole new level.
Background: this will take place in Harry's sixth year. My revision once more to that book, if Harry were to meet Serenity. And obviously, Serenity is based after the fall of the Moon Kingdom. The Senshi have had to fight their battles without her.
Warning: Snape bashing, sorry guys, but that's how Harry is.
Also couple I have decided on, is sadly, another Harry/Sere. But don't worry, I have a lot of stories coming where Draco has his way with our favorite blonde!
-Now Onto The Story-
Prologue:
The Cursed
I have committed the most heinous act. One thousand and twenty years ago, I took my own life.
I was barely fifteen and had been attending my coming of the age ball. I would take my crown and follow my mother's footsteps. I was one step closer to becoming a Queen.
I bet you're wondering what reasons a girl of my age and stature would have to take her own life?
The thing is, an evil sorceress killed the man I loved. She came to my home and destroyed everyone I cared about. There was no hope for our world and I saw no reason to continue to live. It would have been impossible to stop the evil that was spreading, devouring and destroying my sanctuary.
So I took my life. Kneeling at my love's side, I took his sword and plunged it into my own heart. Above us, the witch laughed, as her filthy creatures destroyed my home and slaughtered my friends.
My mother was furious, or so I came to realize when she came to me after my passing.
See, I was never supposed to die. It was prophesized that my mother would use the power of the Silver Imperial Crystal and banish the sorceress and her evil, forever. And I in turn was to be taken to Earth, where my soul would reside in the body of a fourteen-year-old girl, who would then later conquer the sorceress, when she rose again.
But when I took my own life, I altered Destiny's plans for me. And for my selfishness to join my lover in death, I was punished.
By my own mother.
I was never reborn, as some would consider it. I never became that girl Serena Tsukino, who would later become Sailor Moon. I will never fight the Sorceress Beryl, who destroyed my home on the Moon. I will never find my Endymion again, or my friends.
Endymion, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus. Or as I was informed would later be known as Darien, Amy, Raye, Lita, and Mina.
And I would never see my advisors, Luna and Artemis again.
I will never get the chance to hear them bicker. Or listen to Luna yell at me for my incompetence again.
I never met the outers. Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, or Pluto. And I never will, now.
Nothing that was planned to happen will. I wont become Sailor Moon; I wont become Neo-Queen Serenity, the ruler of Crystal Tokyo in the 30th century.
And I will never have my daughter, Small Lady Neo-Princess Serenity.
I've never felt more upset over any action I have taken without thinking, than this last one.
For my selfishness, I will be punished for all eternity. My friends and loved ones will live and grow old. They will love and be loved.
I on the other hand will live forever, in the body of a fifteen year old Princess. I will never see the world, I will never love again and I will never be loved by anyone.
My punishment is to forever reside within a Portrait of my bedroom on the Moon. Where I may see what is outside, but never touch. And unlike other portraits much like me, I can never leave it.
For all eternity, I will see and hear the world, but I will never be in it.
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Behold the Cursed.
Serenity of the Moon.
Place the tip of your wand so that you grace the Full Moon, and call for her three times on the wings of midnight under the weight of the real full moon's light. She will come to you then and until she is sent back, she will be yours to command.
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Chapter one:
A Forgetful Meeting
Some might think that hanging on a wall and only having to worry about what was in the frame with you would be the life.
For Serenity, it was pure torture.
For a thousand years, Serenity had spent most of it in small shops collecting dust. Other times, she sat over fireplaces shifting uncomfortably under the watchful eye of her newest owner.
For the last twenty years, she found herself in the company of one man.
Serenity sighed, as she paced the length of her confinements. How much longer, she wondered irritably. The saying, while the cats away, the mice will play was a load of crock.
"That cat is away, but am I having fun, no-!" she grated out in annoyance. Another year was about to begin and her only true companion in this wretched life would be returning, hopefully soon. Her only outlet outside her frame, her only friend. He was away at dinner, the Beginning Feast, or something or another.
They had spent the last three months together. Him working for the coming year, why she asked him questions, or made idle chit chat. Anything to pass each day by.
Shifting her eyes to the door, she pouted. "I can't take this anymore," she cried out in frustration. Falling back, she sat down in the silver chair behind her. Sure he had only been gone for two hours, but she missed him. He was all she had now. No one else knew she even existed.
She had waited decades for some kind of companion. For anyone to talk to. One thousand years after her demise, she had found one. All her other owners liked to watch her, not converse. It was horrid to be stared at day in and day out.
But not this one. No he was different. Now if only he would have kids, so that she could stay in his family.
With a small sigh, Serenity unraveled her hair and took up the small brush on the vanity. With long precise strokes, she brushed her long hair. There wasn't much to do during her time of solitude.
Her frame consisted of her bedroom, exactly as it was back on the Moon.
A four-poster bed, with white silk sheets and a feather stuffed comfortable. Her favorite vanity held her mirror and her collection of brushes.
There was also the large window that over looked the gardens. But what usually held her captivated was the fact that a moon was painted in the sky. Even though her home was the Moon, the moon and sun shone in her window. The moon even went through its monthly cycle.
It was her only way of telling time. How much had passed, how long had it been?
With another sigh, Serenity set her brush down and stood from her chair. Where is he, she wondered. She looked back out the window. It was late already; the moon would soon appear in her window.
Again the girl sighed. In desperation, she collapsed on the floor of her room. "I hate this," she admitted, as tears rushed her eyes. "Haven't I suffered long enough?"
Lifting her head, she stared at the ceiling of the room beyond her prison. So long of being alone. So much time had passed, and she wondered if she could remember how to feel. Remember how to be a real person again.
A loud resounding thump started the Princess from her self-wallowing thoughts. Looking towards the door, her brows knitted together in confusion. Had her owner forgotten the password? It had never happened before, but that didn't mean it couldn't.
Slowly, Serenity climbed to her feet and listened. Another resounding bang jolted her. Worried, she called out, "Monkshood!" The passwords to open the door always confused her. When she had asked her owner once, why he picked such ridicules words, he had only said it reminded him of the times he had bested the bane of his existence.
Whatever that means, she thought with a frown.
The door to the room swung open and a body spilled out onto the floor.
"Bloody hell!" the Princess cursed, using her owner's most favorite line, when his students riled him up.
Pressing her face against the barrier of her frame, she shouted to get the person's attention. "You there! Hey, are your all right!" she called out. Being in the presence of rugged men and nasty children for the most part of her life, had quickly squelched her Princess manors.
Times like these had no room for Princess leisure, or their way of being, for that matter.
By the nineteenth century she stopped it all together.
The person on the floor groaned, before rolling over to lie on their back. Two hands covered the person's face. "Dammit Peeves," the person cursed.
Serenity tilted her head slightly. She knew of this Peeves, never having met him personally though, but her owner told her of the Poltergeist. He was a very nasty creature.
"Are you okay?" she tried again, trying to get the person's attention.
He must be a student, she thought. Her owner at one time had worn clothes like the boy, who jerked into a sitting position, his head turning this way and that. When her owner had first bought her, he had been young, about her age, but he was much older now.
But this boy was obviously going to the same school her owner had. There was only a slight altercation to his uniform.
"I'm over here," she called when she realized the person must have been looking for her.
The boy turned and Serenity flashed him a beguiling smile. "Good evening!" she called, waving.
She watched as he slowly came to his feet, his eyes holding hers while he did so. This was the first time she had seen anyone besides her owner and the meddling old fool who came to visit every once and a while.
As the boy moved closer, Serenity took in his appearance. He seemed familiar, even though she knew she had never seen him, she couldn't quite throw the idea that he reminded her of someone.
"Hey," the boy said at last, when he reached her. He seemed nervous, his bright green eyes shifting about. "How'd the door open," he asked, as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the open door behind him.
"I said the password, I thought you were my owner," she replied. "Are you okay? I heard a banging."
The boy nodded. "Yea I'm fine. Peeves was being a bugger, and managed to get the best of me."
Serenity nodded. "I've never met Peeves, but I've heard of him," she informed him. The boy chuckled, "well you're lucky, he can be a real pain in the arse." She giggled, her eyes brightening. "I'm Serenity," she said as an introduction.
The boy returned her smile, even if it was only half felt. "Harry Potter," the boy replied.
The blonde gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "You're Harry Bloody Potter!" she shouted, her mouth hanging open in her shock.
Harry frowned, not quite expecting that kind of recognition. "Man who have you been talking to, Snape or what?"
Serenity frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized.
He shook his head in return. "No its okay. What are you doing down in the dungeons, anyway? I've never seen you before-" he trailed off.
Serenity pulled back then. "Yes, well, this is where my owner resides. And I cant leave my portrait," she replied sadly.
The boy knitted his brows together in confusion. He pulled back to look at the portrait as a whole. "Why not?" he asked. "All the others can."
"I'm not like other portraits, Harry," she said, her voice sounding small. "You should go. If my owner found you here, he wouldn't be very pleased with either of us."
Harry nodded, his lips pressed into a line, as he studied something at the edge of her frame. "I'll come back later. When I knock, open the door for me again," he said and left the room, before she could object.
Serenity frowned, her brows drawing together. Don't make promises you cant keep, she thought bitterly.
He wouldn't remember her. That was part of the dreadful curse. Only her owner could ever remember her.
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Okay to clear one thing up. Serenity's past was supposed to go like the anime, but instead, she follwoed the manga's i.e stabbing herself witha sword. Does that make sense? That was howI am putting it. She was supposed to get blasted while trying to reach her Prince, but instead, when he got hurt, she killed herself. If not, tell me, i'll try to explain better.
Anyway, this story is completely different from what I am used to writing, so I am a little nervous about. But I have all ways been wondering about a story about a person living in a Portrait. Now here it is.
Hope to hear from you. TTYL in the next chapter.
LP