One-shot introduction to an OC of mine. She's an ex-auror of the Maurader's
generation, one of Lily and the boys' best friends. She and Sirius were
married (they eloped) shortly before harry was born, and she's actually his
godmother. I'm planning on writting several peiecs chronicling her life,
but this happens to be my first. It's set at the beginning of PoA, and
serves mainly to justify Celena's self-imposed exile, and why we never hear
of her in the books.
As always I own nothing but Celena.
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Celena Morgan tapped the folded piece of parchment against her leg as she gazed thoughtfully into the fire. She ran through the message in her mind, not needing to look at the letter, it's contents memorized. Both the words, and their motivation. It was a short note, and on the surface it seemed innnocent enough. An old headmaster, perhaps nostalgic for easier days, inquiring after the health of a former favoured student, and extending an old invitation to come back and give a guest lecture or two. But she knew Albus Dumbledore far too well to take this on appearances. He was concerned for her, tought she was in danger. the invitation to Hogwarts was an obvious attempt to get her where he could watch over her.
Was she in danger?
She rose from her perch on the arm of the over-stuffed chair and made her way to the window. She had heard the reports of course, it was impossible not to. She hadn't heard of any sightings near here, but then she knew all too well the falibility of the voice of popular hysteria. For the first time in a very long while, she was glad she had gotten out of the game. She didn't want to be the one to bring him in. Not again.
Never again.
She moved restlessly through her rooms in the tower of the old Irish keep, her thoughts scattereing in different directions. Memories were interrupted roughly as she passed through her kitchen, and her radio gave a sudden squawk.
~~This is Witch's Wireless bringing you a special bulletin: Escaped convict Sirius Black has been sighted near- *click*~~
She stood there with her hand on the knob for several minutes. one part of her brain screamed at the irrationality of her action.
He could be coming, he could be here...
Fine. Let him come.
The rest of her answered. Hell, half of her wanted to see him, the same reckless half that drew her towards him in the first place. What was the worst that could happen?
He could kill you.
Feh. An irionic end to an irony-filled life. It's not like she had anything left anyway. She lost it all that night, everything she ever cared for. All but the boy, and he was better for not knowing her. She even lost her fight, the one thing that she could throw herself into and not feel the loss, the guilt, the damnable helplessness. With nothing left to fight, she had no purpose. Hereos are meant to die on the battlefield in a bright blaze of glory, not sufficate slowly in life.
You could kill him.
Always possible. She wanted to at times, hurt him the way he hurt her friends, his friends. The way he hurt her. She wouldn't got to Azkaban for it, she knew that much. Hell, they'd probably give her a damn medal. And then what? Back to this empty existance? No. She couldn't do it anyway. It wasn't the killing part, God knows she'd seen plenty of that in her day, done more of it than she'd liked, too. But she had done it. If there was one thing they always said about Celena Morgan it was that she never backed down. No, she cpuldn't do it becasue it was him, goddamnit. She wanted to hate him so badly, but she coudn't. Logic and Justice be damned, she loved him still. And that was the worst part. Knowing that she loved a man who could be corrupted into plotting the murders of two of his best fiends and their child, their infant, who could murder another friend in coldblood, and 12 other completely innocent bystanders, ruin countless lives, all the while lying to her, making her believe he loved her.
God, how she wished she had told Lily yes. But no, she was an auror, too well known, too easy a target. she was so afraid that she would fail them, ans she did.
It's hell you know, to lose everything, and then watch the man you love get thrown away to rot for it, when you know that you could have saved them all.
It eats at your soul.
Celena Morgan tapped the folded piece of parchment against her leg as she gazed thoughtfully into the fire. She ran through the message in her mind, not needing to look at the letter, it's contents memorized. Both the words, and their motivation. It was a short note, and on the surface it seemed innnocent enough. An old headmaster, perhaps nostalgic for easier days, inquiring after the health of a former favoured student, and extending an old invitation to come back and give a guest lecture or two. But she knew Albus Dumbledore far too well to take this on appearances. He was concerned for her, tought she was in danger. the invitation to Hogwarts was an obvious attempt to get her where he could watch over her.
Was she in danger?
She rose from her perch on the arm of the over-stuffed chair and made her way to the window. She had heard the reports of course, it was impossible not to. She hadn't heard of any sightings near here, but then she knew all too well the falibility of the voice of popular hysteria. For the first time in a very long while, she was glad she had gotten out of the game. She didn't want to be the one to bring him in. Not again.
Never again.
She moved restlessly through her rooms in the tower of the old Irish keep, her thoughts scattereing in different directions. Memories were interrupted roughly as she passed through her kitchen, and her radio gave a sudden squawk.
~~This is Witch's Wireless bringing you a special bulletin: Escaped convict Sirius Black has been sighted near- *click*~~
She stood there with her hand on the knob for several minutes. one part of her brain screamed at the irrationality of her action.
He could be coming, he could be here...
Fine. Let him come.
The rest of her answered. Hell, half of her wanted to see him, the same reckless half that drew her towards him in the first place. What was the worst that could happen?
He could kill you.
Feh. An irionic end to an irony-filled life. It's not like she had anything left anyway. She lost it all that night, everything she ever cared for. All but the boy, and he was better for not knowing her. She even lost her fight, the one thing that she could throw herself into and not feel the loss, the guilt, the damnable helplessness. With nothing left to fight, she had no purpose. Hereos are meant to die on the battlefield in a bright blaze of glory, not sufficate slowly in life.
You could kill him.
Always possible. She wanted to at times, hurt him the way he hurt her friends, his friends. The way he hurt her. She wouldn't got to Azkaban for it, she knew that much. Hell, they'd probably give her a damn medal. And then what? Back to this empty existance? No. She couldn't do it anyway. It wasn't the killing part, God knows she'd seen plenty of that in her day, done more of it than she'd liked, too. But she had done it. If there was one thing they always said about Celena Morgan it was that she never backed down. No, she cpuldn't do it becasue it was him, goddamnit. She wanted to hate him so badly, but she coudn't. Logic and Justice be damned, she loved him still. And that was the worst part. Knowing that she loved a man who could be corrupted into plotting the murders of two of his best fiends and their child, their infant, who could murder another friend in coldblood, and 12 other completely innocent bystanders, ruin countless lives, all the while lying to her, making her believe he loved her.
God, how she wished she had told Lily yes. But no, she was an auror, too well known, too easy a target. she was so afraid that she would fail them, ans she did.
It's hell you know, to lose everything, and then watch the man you love get thrown away to rot for it, when you know that you could have saved them all.
It eats at your soul.