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Chapter 1: By All Means, Shatter Our Windows!
Harry; Hogwarts
I had zoned out as Umbridge began her speech. Hermione nudged me and Ron, snapping us both our of our stupor. She explained that the Ministry was interfering at Hogwarts. I shrugged, inside seething in anger, but then me and everybody else in the hall screamed as a shape burst through on of the windows and straight out of one on the other side. A woman with crazy, frizzy black hair zoomed after it on a broom.
I instantly recognized her. Neville did too, straightening up and shouting;
"BELLATRIX LESTRANGE?! HOW?! YOU SHOULD BE IN AZKABAN!" I remembere that that vile woman had helped torture his parents into insanity. (A.N.: Let's just say she already got out of Azkaban. The others are still there.) She cackled and zoomed by. Dumbledore was already heading outside to where the shape had landed. Bellatrix was using the cruciatus curse on the shape, which I recognized to be a girl of about my age. She had severely bleeding woulds, and the curse wasn't helping. She writhed on the grass, long brown hair caught in tangles. Dumbledore tried to stun Bellatrix, but she had already taken off into the sky, cackling as she flew away.
I knelt down and turned her head towards me. She wore a neclace with charms on it, and her eyes weren't open. The girl's breathing and heartbeat began to slow. I whipped out my wand, but Dumbledore already had the situation under control. He lifted her with magic and sent her floating down the hallway towards the infirmary. As she went by, I noticed a black feather drop onto the ground, so I picked it up. I tucked it into a pocket, thinking it to be a not-made quill. There were shards of glass stuck in her skin, and two in the feather.
Hermione and Ron caught up with me. Seeing the mess on the floor, Hermione whipped out her wand and muttered something under her blood disappeared, and the fallen glass shards neatly swept themselves into a pile. Ron walked up and asked;
"What the Bloody Hell was that?! Why did she break our windows? And what's her name? Where did she come from? Why did Bellatrix go after her instead of you while you were defenseless?" I Shrugged while Hermione shook her head.
"Gee, Ron. Ever think that we could just go ask her once she gets healed? I mean, she probably wouldn't want any questions so soon after being tortured by Bellatrix." Hermione stopped talking as Dumbledore approached. He murmured that she would be find, but to get to bed. We tagged back into the great hall just as Professor McGonnagl dismissed everyone to bed.
I wasn't paying attention as Ron and Hermione led the first years up to the dormitory, explaining the password system on the way. I got locked out, but luckily for me, Nevill ran up, telling me that the password was mimblus mimbletona. We walked inside as I started explaining how the girl had managed not to make a sound even with huge gashes, shards of blasts, and Bellatrix's cruciatus curse. He looked at me like I was a loony, but accepted it after remembering that he had heard no screams. I didn't know what to think, but as I studied the feather, something did caught my eye. The base wasn't thick enough to support a quill end. Why would she have it? I resolved to ask her later, but I was already drifting get off into a dreamless sleep.
Astea; Dreamlands
Chaos and the Primordials stood before me, training me, letting me grown into the role of the assassin. I had already taken out many unneeded Titans, and now a new race of immortals had come. They had tortured me the night before, for letting word slip that I was much more than just a mere myth, a hit are st scare told me to train harder, so that is what I did, until Gaea was defeated by demigods. I was ordered to keep a low profile, and to live out the rest of a peaceful life until, they needed me again.
They had tried to persuade Gaea to not go through with her plan, but she had been banished, forced to only roam as a spirit, disconnected form the rest of the earth. I remembered my house blowing into smithereens as a mad witch tried to kill me. The pain I felt was nothing compared to the wrath of my old masters and my obscurial. Nyxie was a rare sentiment obscurial, kind of like the dark to my light. But as I drifted into a deeper, dreamless sleep, I wondered what would happen once people found out I had lived for several millennia, not to mention, I'm a changling. These people hate changling, and guessing from what I've heard about the pink toad lady, she'd want me collared and locked away. I've had enough of that. Morpheus claimed even my deeper subconscious as I went into a coma to heal. This is going to take a while.