Title: Side-Story: Needed
Author: Cheska
Rating: PG/ PG-13 or rated T.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Sailor Moon belong to their respective owners. I simply dabble with their characters to make my own stories. I have no rights to them whatsoever.
These side-stories will contain short stories pertaining what happened or will happen to the other scouts/senshi, Luna, and Mamoru. It will be told in different ways and perspectives. Whether Serenity will ever find out what happens to her friends remains to be seen.
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Serenity clutched her book bag close to her chest as she ran. She had just woken up five minutes ago to discover that she was running late for class. It didn't help that she had gotten side-tracked along the way when she crashed into a first year.
She just had to help the smaller year, especially when the little girl looked so distraught.
Grimacing, she turned another corner and froze.
"Ooh, if it isn't little Moon!" Peeves cackled as the poltergeist began drifting closer, several water balloons in his hands.
"P-Peeves," Serenity sputtered, paling even more as Peeves moved closer.
She should have known that today would not be a good day. Taking a deep breath, Serenity backed up even more and closed her eyes in fear.
"Peeves leave her alone!"
Peeves froze and cocked his head to the side. Behind him strode a grim, terrifying spirit covered in bloodstains. At the sight of the apparition, the poltergeist quickly dropped his water balloons with a loud – splat! – And made a low bow.
"Your Bloodiness."
The Baron nodded in acknowledgment, and then cast a glance at the frozen, quivering sixth year Gryffindor. For a moment, Serenity wondered if this ghost was going to take over in tormenting her. She had heard stories from other students and whispering professors that only the Bloody Baron could contain the resident poltergeist. However, never once, in the months that she had spent in Hogwarts, had she seen the infamous apparition. It seemed that the weeks of praying to Selene that she never meet the unnerving ghost of the Slytherin House was all for naught.
"Leave this place Peeves."
Those few words chilled Serenity to the bone, she could feel the command that ensnared her mind, almost to the point of leaving herself when her eyes followed Peeves as he nodded, and watched as the poltergeist fled down the corridor and out of sight. She deftly wondered what kind of power or magic remained within the Bloody Baron, and even considered questioning the spirit. Unfortunately, or fortunately enough however one saw it, she did not voice these concerns aloud. Despite the Gryffindor qualities of bravery she may possess, she still had her fears – one of her greatest being her insurmountable fear for ghosts, especially those that were the least friendly.
The sixth year Gryffindor's throat tightened. Where would the Bloody Baron fall under?
Cautiously, Serenity took a step back and made a small bow – wondering if this would appease the ghost or coax his wrath. Surprisingly enough, what happened next was not what the silvery-blonde haired girl expected.
"I know of you…"
"W-What do you mean?"
"…" The Baron silently observed the pale Gryffindor before drifting off to the side. At first, Serenity believed the spirit was going to leave but stopped those thoughts when he turned his head to the side and said, "Come; walk with me."
Serenity immediately felt herself obeying his orders, wondering all the while what the ghost wanted.
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For an interminable amount of time, the two had drifted through an eerily empty corridor in quietude; one out of possible contemplation and the other out of fear. Then as the two were about to turn into another corridor, the Bloody Baron stopped and stared at a seemingly empty wall between a portrait of a low-ember fire roaring in a fireplace, and another a portrait of a temple, one that looked vaguely familiar to the teenage girl.
As Serenity drew near the portrait of the temple, the ghost chose again to observe the girl before finally uttering the words that would begin to explain why he said, "I know of you…"
"The Founders have always been revered for their magic, unique characteristics, charisma, and intelligence…
"Each one left behind a part of themselves into the school they have created and raised. And during the time that they have lived, most of the Founders stayed behind – dedicating themselves to this institution. Along with them, came their family…"
Serenity chose now to look away from the portrait and stared at the apparition who looked at the space between the two portraits as if there was something there that she could not see. Then, as if the spirit could sense her looking at him, the Bloody Baron turned his head and held her gaze, continuing his words.
"Seven hundred years ago, a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw was born. Despite her intelligence, her grace… she did not possess a decent amount of magic. She had been born a squib.
"That did not stop her, however, from remaining in the school – the dear and wonderful school that her ancestor loved. Thus, with the permission of the descendants of the Founders, with the exception of the missing descendants of the Slytherin line, the ancestor of Rowena Ravenclaw remained.
"For years, she lived in this school – helping however she can. Until, it occurred…"
Serenity continued to hold the Bloody Baron's gaze and noticed how his eyes seemed to shine in a way she could not fathom. Was it bitterness or interest?
"For years the occupants of Hogwarts were unaware of what was going on with this particular woman. But it did not take long for others to catch on…
"For, you see, it was in this exact location that I have overheard her speaking to her mother…"
Serenity blinked in surprise at having discovered that the Bloody Baron revealed that he had been around for over 700 years. Even more so, that he seemed particular in continuing with this story.
"It seemed that her mother had stopped the young woman in the hallway, and I happened to overhear the conversation.
"Oddly enough, the young woman revealed and confided in her mother that she had been receiving particular dreams. Dreams of a life not her own. Dreams about a particular place foreign to her, a family she could not recognize but felt familiar to, and friends of differing personalities.
"At first it would seem normal, albeit odd, but the most striking was her tone of voice and the words that followed.
"She continued with the explanation of her dreams – explaining how the dreams seemed so real and alluring. How, in that dream, she possessed powers that she could not hope for in her current life. In her dream, she was a warrior – a soldier alongside her friends. Together, they fought against monsters and dreams, saving not only the town that she lived in – but the world, maybe even the universe! Moreover, she explained that in her dreams she had a purpose other than protecting her beloved town… she protected a person, a girl, a princess who would soon become a Queen.
"One named…Serenity."
Serenity paled, a gasp emitting from her mouth and tears began to form out of the corner of her shining, crystalline blue eyes.
One of her dear friends was alive 700 years ago, but sadly enough she had been by herself and all alone in this magical world. Born as a squib, one that was normally shunned by others, and oddly enough had been plagued with dreams of a life that was no longer her own.
"The way that she described you was quite detailed, to the brink that even I – despite my young age at that time – could picture you clearly on my own. It is truly you that the young descendant had meant. You are Serenity."
The Bloody Baron was staring at the silvery-blonde haired girl with keen interest before his expression relaxed and a small smirk formed on his ghostly face.
"For years she dreamed, and for years her mother listened, always in this same spot. But that came to an end once her mother passed away. From that point on, the stories stopped, but these two portraits rose up in place," the Bloody Baron waved his arms towards the portraits – suddenly aware that they did not move, but were still.
"She obviously drew them, not trusting anyone else in how she wanted the portraits to be drawn. Although quite muggle-like, you cannot help but appreciate them."
"Was she happy?"
"For a young woman of that day and age who did not possess any magic quality, she was strong-spirited. She made friends, though did not marry, but lived her life quite content – last I heard. I would say that she was happy during her lifetime."
"I am glad," relief swept over Serenity at these words, happy that at least one of her friends was fine.
"You knew her, did you not?" the Bloody Baron inquired and received a nod in return followed by another question.
"What was her name?"
"Raye Ravenclaw."
"Raye… Rei she was clever; she was a priestess in another life - strong-minded, graceful, spirited, and powerful." Serenity smiled, lost in the memories of a life long passed.
The ghost stared at the portrait of the temple, and then nodded as if to an unvoiced question before he turned back to Serenity. With another simple nod, the spirit turned away from the Gryffindor and drifted away, leaving the teenager to reflect back and remember.
It would also appear that after the Bloody Baron's story, the girl had momentarily forgotten her fear of ghosts.
End.
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Well there goes one of the stories. I hope you enjoyed it and there are more to come. I'm just not sure when that will be. I have it mostly planned out, but I am not entirely certain when the appropriate time would be to post it up.
This one obviously takes place in Serenity's Sixth year. To be more exact, it happened sometime in September, before the whole incident occurred.
