1 Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter things. All that I
own is the two new Characters. Also, the plot is mine.
A/N : this is my first Fanfiction. I am very excited since I just figured this out. I realize that there is very little Harry Potter in this first chapter for wuite a while, but I get to it eventually. And there will be a lot more of him later on. As you will see. I hope you enjoy. Also, it is rated PG because of the use of "Hell" and some of the general bad deathiness. Oh well, please enjoy.
2 Chapter One- Ice and a Stranger
The cold air blew in from the North freezing everything over night, silently. In the morning, when Sicily woke up, she walked to the window to find her yard looking like a winter palace, with all of the trees frozen into a canopy of ice.
She hurriedly dressed, running downstairs and to the front door. Sliding into her out-door clogs she stepped out side being careful not slip on the ice. Her breath blew out in a white cloud from her mouth and the cold air hit her lungs with a fierce slap. She gasped and then laughed, little more than a cough really.
"There's no way this is just a freeze. Not overnight. And not in November, when yesterday it almost 50 degrees," she thought as she walked slowly out onto the path.
The drive way was an enchanted hallway, gleaming on all sides, and seemingly glowing a warm golden color in the rising sunlight. Everything had the same pristine look as one of those Christmas cards found on little drugstore shelves. She didn't know what to make of it. The world was blanketed in silence and that was strange to her. There weren't even kids on the street playing in the new wonderland.
She marched off towards the side of her house. When she came to the top of the small hill there she could see the lake was completely frozen over. Walking closer she reached down and grabbed a large stone from the side of the path. Hurling it with all her might, she watched as it flew into the air and landed with a slightly muffled thud on the ice.
"Didn't even crack it." She shook her head. "This is way beyond normal."
The only reason it wasn't completely strange to her was because of who, or what, she was. It was hard to explain it, but she had always known she had magic and had always been able to use it. The thing was, she had also, always been taught to mask it. She came from a long line of people that had a, certain ability about them. Truth is, they were witches and wizards, but had somehow managed to stay hidden in the strange small town she lived in.
No other witch or wizard could notice if she was using her magic. Actually, she seriously doubted that the Ministry of Magic knew she even existed. Her family had last been heard from when Voldemort was in power. At that time her uncle had been well known for fronting squads of wizards that stopped the death eaters. That was before he vanished from a fatal fight, blinking home where he and her other family members decided it was safest to stay. They completely blocked themselves off from other wizards to keep themselves safe. Sicily found it strange that her family had never shared their special knowledge of how to cloak their powers. She'd grown up with only her family for companionship and only knew of the other witches and wizards because of all the books she'd been made to study.
She had been raised as a witch, receiving schooling from her parents. Her entire family had lived in this one huge house in the countryside. Actually, it was a very small town, which was dominated by her family's house. There were about six other houses there all of which belonged to muggle families, a drugstore and grocery, and a gas station (so people could make it to the next town). It was strange to Sicily that her family had chosen this place to make their home. Why had they always been so secretive? What was it they had to hide? Sicily shook her head and laughed, a harsh noise in the icy silence.
Sicily did know something though, and it was why she was alone. Why her family had always been alone. Her Uncle had seen something, he had known something and had felt safer disappearing and taking the rest of his family with him. It was her family's secret. More like a secret ability they had that came with it.
They weren't like other witches and wizards. They were a gifted family that was directly tied to the powers of the earth. She and her family members had the ability to do magic without the use of a wand. Sicily definitely had a wand and used it just as much as the other witches her age, but as well she had powers that didn't need a wand. Her family was directly linked to the powers that were the life of the earth. Other magical people did have a connection to them but only had certain things they could do with out the use of magical wands or instruments. The Trealeons, Sicily's family, was a part of the magic somehow.
Somewhere in her past there had been a crossing of wizard with some magical being or creature. Her family knew what it was but had never told. The only other people who had known besides them were a very few and special lot. In them was the headmaster of the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been a very close and personal friend of her family and had known several generations of Trealeons. They knew they could trust him. Others were the Trealeon closest friends and companions. Every Trealeon had an amazing capacity for friendship and had found others who were soul mates of a kind. These soul mates were people that were able to connect with the Trealeons deeper than any others.
Sicily wiped a tear that had formed at the corner of her eye. These thoughts stirred memories, many memories that she still hadn't been able to face. They were too painful. Sniffing she turned to walk balk to her house arms crossed in front of her for added warmth and comfort. That's when she realized what day it was. It was her birthday. At first she stumbled to a stop, then hurried inside shutting the door behind her, leaning against it. "This is stupid," she thought. " There's no reason to be so upset." She shook her self fiercely to stop crying.
"No! I refuse to cry. I'm just fine and I don't care if I'm alone…in…a huge…house," she said as she started to cry.
Sicily sank to the floor her shoulders shaking with her crying. It wasn't fair. She didn't know why she had to be alone on her birthday. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed for what seemed hours to her, but was really just a matter of minutes since they were interrupted by a noise she heard.
She wiped her eyes lifting her head up and listening carefully. Her ears strained to hear the noise again. It had been faint but she knew she'd heard it. A board creaked somewhere in her house, somewhere close by. She stared at the floor head still part way bowed trying to listen and hear what it was. What was someone doing in her house? How had they gotten in? There was the swoosh of a cloak and the sound of steps on her floor just above her.
Looking at the ceiling she wondered how they had gotten up there and carefully got on her hands and knees. She contemplated going upstairs and seeing who on earth it was, but a sense twitch at the back of her mind made her think twice. She decided on a safer course of action. Closing her eyes, she astral projected upstairs to just outside the room where she had heard the footsteps. Reaching inside the weapons case in the hallway, she drew one of her spelled swords for swiftness and everlasting sharpness. The door to the case creaked as her astral form closed the door and the footsteps stopped. Looking at the door, Sicily silently cursed herself for not being more careful. The steps started again and were getting closer.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Dumbledore sat in his office studying his pensieve when there was a knock on the door. He slowly looked up. The glowing light of the pensieve made the exhaustion of the previous weeks show up on his old face deeply.
"Come in," he said as he got up from his desk and placed the pensieve in its cabinet.
The door opened and in walked Hagrid. Dumbledore looked up and smiled at the half-giant whom, like always, looked to big to big allowed.
"Er…I've brought Miss Giordahn as you asked sir."
"Let her in," said Dumbledore.
Hagrid stepped aside and in stepped a cloaked figure. Miss Giordahn up and pulled back her hood reveling a startlingly beautiful face. She stood about five foot ten inches and had an amazingly fit body. Her skin was a pale olive tone and she had dark black hair with natural purple, gold and red highlights, that hung to her waist when down, but was currently up in an elegantly messy not on the crown of her head. Her eyes were large and almond shaped and wondrously dark brown; but glowed with an inner light and always seemed to be smiling.
"Dumbledore," her voice rolled out in an interesting accent that flip- flopped between Celtic and Latino at the same time, and was not high or low, but a graceful mid-level.
"Ah, Gabriela. How pleasant to see you again," Dumbledore said as he stepped forward and embraced her in a fatherly hug.
She smiled hugging back and when they pulled back, there were tears in her eyes.
"It's been far to long since I've been back," Gabriela said as she wiped her eyes with her fingertips, while smiling. "I've missed this place. It was always where I fit in best and felt most at home…it's hard to believe it's only been six years."
"I know child. But now life has molded you greatly and you are a wonderful witch. The best in a long time. So, I think we should get down to business," Dumbledore said and turned to Hagrid. "Thank you, Hagrid. You have been a great help to me, as always. I shall let you know if there is anything else you can help me with."
"You're welcome sir," Hagrid said. "G'bye, Miss Giordahn. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"It was a pleasure meeting you, as well, Hagrid. You're a true kindred spirit if I've ever seen one. And please. Just call me Gabby."
"Yes ma'am," Hagrid said as he turned and sidled out of the office.
Gabby smiled and turned back to Dumbledore. Her eyes were bright and she held him with the kind of stare that showed she was searching for answers. Dumbledore smiled with that same old twinkle in his eye again.
"I can see you want to know the meaning of my asking you here, and will not be swayed," Dumbledore said as he turned and walked back to his desk.
Gabby laughed softly. She walked over to a chair in front of the great desk and sat down. As she did so Fawkes flew over and landed gently on her knee. She stroked his glistening feathers gently.
"Hello Fawkes. It's been a while."
Fawkes sang a soft note and Gabby turned to Dumbledore ready for his instructions.
A/N : this is my first Fanfiction. I am very excited since I just figured this out. I realize that there is very little Harry Potter in this first chapter for wuite a while, but I get to it eventually. And there will be a lot more of him later on. As you will see. I hope you enjoy. Also, it is rated PG because of the use of "Hell" and some of the general bad deathiness. Oh well, please enjoy.
2 Chapter One- Ice and a Stranger
The cold air blew in from the North freezing everything over night, silently. In the morning, when Sicily woke up, she walked to the window to find her yard looking like a winter palace, with all of the trees frozen into a canopy of ice.
She hurriedly dressed, running downstairs and to the front door. Sliding into her out-door clogs she stepped out side being careful not slip on the ice. Her breath blew out in a white cloud from her mouth and the cold air hit her lungs with a fierce slap. She gasped and then laughed, little more than a cough really.
"There's no way this is just a freeze. Not overnight. And not in November, when yesterday it almost 50 degrees," she thought as she walked slowly out onto the path.
The drive way was an enchanted hallway, gleaming on all sides, and seemingly glowing a warm golden color in the rising sunlight. Everything had the same pristine look as one of those Christmas cards found on little drugstore shelves. She didn't know what to make of it. The world was blanketed in silence and that was strange to her. There weren't even kids on the street playing in the new wonderland.
She marched off towards the side of her house. When she came to the top of the small hill there she could see the lake was completely frozen over. Walking closer she reached down and grabbed a large stone from the side of the path. Hurling it with all her might, she watched as it flew into the air and landed with a slightly muffled thud on the ice.
"Didn't even crack it." She shook her head. "This is way beyond normal."
The only reason it wasn't completely strange to her was because of who, or what, she was. It was hard to explain it, but she had always known she had magic and had always been able to use it. The thing was, she had also, always been taught to mask it. She came from a long line of people that had a, certain ability about them. Truth is, they were witches and wizards, but had somehow managed to stay hidden in the strange small town she lived in.
No other witch or wizard could notice if she was using her magic. Actually, she seriously doubted that the Ministry of Magic knew she even existed. Her family had last been heard from when Voldemort was in power. At that time her uncle had been well known for fronting squads of wizards that stopped the death eaters. That was before he vanished from a fatal fight, blinking home where he and her other family members decided it was safest to stay. They completely blocked themselves off from other wizards to keep themselves safe. Sicily found it strange that her family had never shared their special knowledge of how to cloak their powers. She'd grown up with only her family for companionship and only knew of the other witches and wizards because of all the books she'd been made to study.
She had been raised as a witch, receiving schooling from her parents. Her entire family had lived in this one huge house in the countryside. Actually, it was a very small town, which was dominated by her family's house. There were about six other houses there all of which belonged to muggle families, a drugstore and grocery, and a gas station (so people could make it to the next town). It was strange to Sicily that her family had chosen this place to make their home. Why had they always been so secretive? What was it they had to hide? Sicily shook her head and laughed, a harsh noise in the icy silence.
Sicily did know something though, and it was why she was alone. Why her family had always been alone. Her Uncle had seen something, he had known something and had felt safer disappearing and taking the rest of his family with him. It was her family's secret. More like a secret ability they had that came with it.
They weren't like other witches and wizards. They were a gifted family that was directly tied to the powers of the earth. She and her family members had the ability to do magic without the use of a wand. Sicily definitely had a wand and used it just as much as the other witches her age, but as well she had powers that didn't need a wand. Her family was directly linked to the powers that were the life of the earth. Other magical people did have a connection to them but only had certain things they could do with out the use of magical wands or instruments. The Trealeons, Sicily's family, was a part of the magic somehow.
Somewhere in her past there had been a crossing of wizard with some magical being or creature. Her family knew what it was but had never told. The only other people who had known besides them were a very few and special lot. In them was the headmaster of the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been a very close and personal friend of her family and had known several generations of Trealeons. They knew they could trust him. Others were the Trealeon closest friends and companions. Every Trealeon had an amazing capacity for friendship and had found others who were soul mates of a kind. These soul mates were people that were able to connect with the Trealeons deeper than any others.
Sicily wiped a tear that had formed at the corner of her eye. These thoughts stirred memories, many memories that she still hadn't been able to face. They were too painful. Sniffing she turned to walk balk to her house arms crossed in front of her for added warmth and comfort. That's when she realized what day it was. It was her birthday. At first she stumbled to a stop, then hurried inside shutting the door behind her, leaning against it. "This is stupid," she thought. " There's no reason to be so upset." She shook her self fiercely to stop crying.
"No! I refuse to cry. I'm just fine and I don't care if I'm alone…in…a huge…house," she said as she started to cry.
Sicily sank to the floor her shoulders shaking with her crying. It wasn't fair. She didn't know why she had to be alone on her birthday. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed for what seemed hours to her, but was really just a matter of minutes since they were interrupted by a noise she heard.
She wiped her eyes lifting her head up and listening carefully. Her ears strained to hear the noise again. It had been faint but she knew she'd heard it. A board creaked somewhere in her house, somewhere close by. She stared at the floor head still part way bowed trying to listen and hear what it was. What was someone doing in her house? How had they gotten in? There was the swoosh of a cloak and the sound of steps on her floor just above her.
Looking at the ceiling she wondered how they had gotten up there and carefully got on her hands and knees. She contemplated going upstairs and seeing who on earth it was, but a sense twitch at the back of her mind made her think twice. She decided on a safer course of action. Closing her eyes, she astral projected upstairs to just outside the room where she had heard the footsteps. Reaching inside the weapons case in the hallway, she drew one of her spelled swords for swiftness and everlasting sharpness. The door to the case creaked as her astral form closed the door and the footsteps stopped. Looking at the door, Sicily silently cursed herself for not being more careful. The steps started again and were getting closer.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Dumbledore sat in his office studying his pensieve when there was a knock on the door. He slowly looked up. The glowing light of the pensieve made the exhaustion of the previous weeks show up on his old face deeply.
"Come in," he said as he got up from his desk and placed the pensieve in its cabinet.
The door opened and in walked Hagrid. Dumbledore looked up and smiled at the half-giant whom, like always, looked to big to big allowed.
"Er…I've brought Miss Giordahn as you asked sir."
"Let her in," said Dumbledore.
Hagrid stepped aside and in stepped a cloaked figure. Miss Giordahn up and pulled back her hood reveling a startlingly beautiful face. She stood about five foot ten inches and had an amazingly fit body. Her skin was a pale olive tone and she had dark black hair with natural purple, gold and red highlights, that hung to her waist when down, but was currently up in an elegantly messy not on the crown of her head. Her eyes were large and almond shaped and wondrously dark brown; but glowed with an inner light and always seemed to be smiling.
"Dumbledore," her voice rolled out in an interesting accent that flip- flopped between Celtic and Latino at the same time, and was not high or low, but a graceful mid-level.
"Ah, Gabriela. How pleasant to see you again," Dumbledore said as he stepped forward and embraced her in a fatherly hug.
She smiled hugging back and when they pulled back, there were tears in her eyes.
"It's been far to long since I've been back," Gabriela said as she wiped her eyes with her fingertips, while smiling. "I've missed this place. It was always where I fit in best and felt most at home…it's hard to believe it's only been six years."
"I know child. But now life has molded you greatly and you are a wonderful witch. The best in a long time. So, I think we should get down to business," Dumbledore said and turned to Hagrid. "Thank you, Hagrid. You have been a great help to me, as always. I shall let you know if there is anything else you can help me with."
"You're welcome sir," Hagrid said. "G'bye, Miss Giordahn. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"It was a pleasure meeting you, as well, Hagrid. You're a true kindred spirit if I've ever seen one. And please. Just call me Gabby."
"Yes ma'am," Hagrid said as he turned and sidled out of the office.
Gabby smiled and turned back to Dumbledore. Her eyes were bright and she held him with the kind of stare that showed she was searching for answers. Dumbledore smiled with that same old twinkle in his eye again.
"I can see you want to know the meaning of my asking you here, and will not be swayed," Dumbledore said as he turned and walked back to his desk.
Gabby laughed softly. She walked over to a chair in front of the great desk and sat down. As she did so Fawkes flew over and landed gently on her knee. She stroked his glistening feathers gently.
"Hello Fawkes. It's been a while."
Fawkes sang a soft note and Gabby turned to Dumbledore ready for his instructions.