A/N: This will be a D/Hm fic. So if you don't like that…sorry. Not quite sure as to whether it will be romance yet. It could go either way. Maybe just friendship, we'll see how it goes.

Disclaimer: I only own what you have never heard of before. If it looks familiar then it's not mine.

Prologue

She stared at the blank canvas before her as though all of her problems were leering back at her. She couldn't stand it all anymore. Everything in her life seemed to be going wrong at exactly the same time. It was almost as if someone had cursed her behind her back. As if someone had let open a black hole and it was sucking all of the happiness out of her. It was taking everything she had ever known and loved and destroying it or making it unbearable.

………

"Miss Hawkeye, would you care to explain why you do not have your presentation on Ancient Egyptian Animals ready for today? I clearly told you last week that today would be your presentation," Mr. Batterson, the Care of Magical Creatures professor asked glaring in her direction.

"B-but Sir, today is the ninth. You said my presentation was on the tenth," she replied slightly hysterically.

"Why don't you check your calendar again, Miss Hawkeye. Today IS the tenth," he sneered.

A quick glance around showed her nothing but sniggering faces.

"Ten points from Slytherin, for your complete incompetence."

She held back the tears as the Gryffindors in the class cheered while her own housemates gave her looks of disgust.

"Some Head Girl she is," she heard one mutter.

………

"Dear Miss Hawkeye,

I am sorry to inform you that your father has passed away due to an incurable form of nargle-mumps.

Sincerely,

Healer Richmond

St. Mungo's

………

"Fiona, what is troubling you?" Carl asked playing with her hair in the common room. "It is most unlike you to forget something as important as a presentation."

"I don't know. With patrolling and Quidditch every other night, I just lost track of the days, I suppose," she replied heaving a heavy sigh.

"I know what can make you feel better," he whispered suggestively and began to kiss her.

She pushed him away softly. "Not now. I just…no, not now."

Carl did not look happy at all. "I do not know what has gotten into you. You are…different. And if you can not even talk to me, what shall I think?"

"It's not you, Carl. It's just…everything seems to be going wrong. And I mean everything. I break my wrist, I forget the presentation, we lost the Quidditch cup to Ravenclaw and it was all my fault, I did ghastly on my N.E.W.T.S, even the Wizard Chess Club has called for a new president as I have been too busy, I failed our potions, charms and transfiguration finals…my father. And now you."

"Well, if I am such a bother then perhaps you should rid yourself of me." With that, Carl stood up from the couch and began walking towards his dorm. He was at the foot of the stairs when he turned around, "I could have any girl in this castle, but I chose you. And this is what I get."

………

Now, half blinded by tears she continued to stared at the blank canvas and remember the worst days of her life. She looked once out of the window, and began to paint.

With every stroke she placed on the canvas, she remembered the way her life used to be. It was perfect. She had the perfect family, the perfect boyfriend, she was captain and seeker for the best team at school and she was happy. But all that happiness seemed to have been ripped from her and shredded to pieces.

No more, she thought as she painted. This will be my new world. It will be more perfect than my life ever was. No worries, no problems, no responsibilities…just me and forever.

She finished in an hour and stood back to admire her beautiful new world. It was, in a word, perfect.

The small blue cottage stood right in the middle of the frame. It was just big enough for her and no one else. The cottage was surrounded by her favorite flowers…roses. Red, white, pink and even yellow roses surrounded the cottage on all sides. Even the small cobble stoned path leading to the wooden door was lined with roses. Next to the cottage was a gigantic oak tree, perfect for climbing. Behind the cottage was a small pond, perfect for swimming. And surrounding the flowers and the cottage was a field full of perfect grass. But beyond the cottage and the tree and the pond and the field was the forest. The forest which she had purposefully painted dark and horrifying to remind her of what lay beyond the happiness and perfection; pain, misery, discomfort, hate, fear and death. All the things she never wanted to deal with again.

She let the painting dry while she wrote a letter to anyone who would care.

If you knew and understood everything that was happening in my life, then you would understand why I must leave. Everything was ruined. But fear not for where I will go, I shall be truly happy…forever.

Love always,

Fiona

The paint was nearly dry. All she had to do was write the incantation. She took out her wand and carved the words deep into the wooden frame along the bottom.

It read: Transportos celebro mi mundo perfecto infinite. Nunquam regresar; (Transport my mind to my perfect world. Never to return.)

She sat on her bed placing the painting directly in front of her. She stared at her dream world and read the incantation while pointing her wand at the painting. When she finished, the painting glowed bright white for a second before returning to normal.

She took one last glance around her room, at what she would be leaving behind.

She read the incantation. Instantly, her mind was taken to her perfect worldThe body, however, cannot live without the mind.

Fiona Hawkeye was found by her roommates. She was pronounced brain-dead at St. Mungo's when her body arrived. All she had left behind was a short note and a beautiful painting of a small blue cottage with a smiling girl standing right in front.

Feeling that they should respect Fiona's memory, after all she was always a model student, they hung her painting in the busiest corridor of the school so that all may admire her work.

Every so often over the years, but not too frequently, the body of a student would be found under Fiona's painting…dead, or seemingly so, but no one could figure out why. This gave rise to rumors of a curse and the painting along with Fiona even got mentioned in Hogwarts: A History.

The first time Fiona received a visitor, she was shocked to say the least. It was the first person ever to be in the painting besides her and it happened just a few short days after she had entered the painting herself.

………

"Hello? Is anyone here?" a the nervous voice of a girl called from outside the cottage.

Fiona peaked her head out of the window in her cottage and was startled to see a girl there, her age wearing school robes. She knew her. "Adler?" she asked perplexed, for the girl was Genevieve Adler a chaser for the Hufflepuff team. "How did you get here?"

"Fiona? Fiona Hawkeye? But…you died! What is going on? Where am I?!"

Fiona motioned Genevieve into the cottage and calmly explained everything. It was nice to have someone to talk to. But Genevieve did not share Fiona's views.

"I am very sorry you feel that way, Fiona, but I want to leave."

"You can't," said Fiona simply. "How exactly did you get in here again?"

"Well, I was standing in front of your picture and I was about to charm closed a rip in my robes when I saw the incantation. I was with Sarah and she had her wand out so she used it to point at the garden. I said it and the painting glowed. Sarah got scared and left. She urged me to do the same but I was curious so I read the incantation to myself again trying to figure out what it meant and I ended up in here. Wait a minute…what do you mean I can't leave?"

"I never made a counter curse. The incantation says nunquam regresar which means 'never to return.'"

"B-but my friends and my family! I don't want to die!" screeched Genevieve becoming hysteric.

Fiona, however talked in her same soothing and calm voice. "Your body doesn't die, it simply stays in a comatose state until the mind returns because the body cannot function without the mind. But when the find you, they'll think you are dead. It's only a matter of time before they bury you. So even in if you could get out, would you really want to wake up in a coffin…under ground?"

"You are crazy! How can I get out?!"

"I already told you."

"I WILL NOT STAY HERE!"

"Then leave."

"How?!" asked Genevieve exasperatedly.

Fiona shrugged.

"What about the forest? What is beyond that?"

"The Dark Forest is filled with pain, misery, discomfort, hate, fear and death," Fiona answered in a monotone voice.

"Yes, but what is BEYOND it?"

"I don't know. And I shall never know."

"Well, I am going. It could be a way out. Perhaps one just needs to get past it all to go back."

"You will not make it through. But if you must try…make hast, I suspect they have found your body already."

Genevieve got up and ran out of the cottage. Fiona followed her and watched from the side of the pond as Genevieve hesitated outside of the forest.

Mere seconds after Genevieve was out of sight…Fiona heard her scream.

"I tried to warn her. Perhaps the pain was too much…it is always to much." Then Fiona went for a swim.

………

From then on, whenever someone entered the painting it was the same. Fiona would explain her case and they would all come to the conclusion that the forest was the way out. Sometimes it would be a whole minute before she heard the person scream, but nevertheless…she always heard a scream. Even if the person managed to get by the pain, there was still misery in their way, along with the other horrible things that could be found in life.

"Tis better to stay in a painting," Fiona found herself saying to her visitors. "Nothing bad will ever happen."

As the years passed, the mysterious deaths beneath the painting became less frequent. This could be because people now avoided the painting after hearing of the curse, or it could also be that layers of dust now covered the cryptic incantation.

But…

what if the dust was wiped off…

and the incantation was activated once more…

It has been nearly four hundred years since Fiona has had a visitor…

What will she do when she gets two?

This idea popped into my head and I had to write it. I hope it sounds as intriguing as it did in my head. I'll update depending on the responses I get. Please review and tell me what you think.