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Before I forget, instead of the HP series taking place in the 1980s-2007ish, it has taken place in 1880s-1907ish. Right now it is the year 1909. Oh, and keep in mind that magical peeps live longer than regular humans. Thanks again!

OH MY PRIMUS, TRANSFORMERS: AGE OF EXTINCTION CAME OUT TODAY!

CHAPTER ONE: Pain of Hatred

'Pain, without love

Pain, I can't get enough

I like it rough,

cause I rather feel pain then nothing at all'

~Pain by: Three Days Grace

Finally, the war is over and Voldemort is defeated. I can finally stop worrying about causing somebody's death or getting killed by a madman; but nothing can stop the nightmares, no memories from entering my sleep. Not even Occlumancy can block all of the memories from breaking down the barriers of the sanctuary in my mind that I created. THEY attack me every night, THEYdon't stop, THEY never will until I felt every ounce of pain that they have.

I can hear the cries of misery as curses flew around the battlefield. Voldemort was winning, the said man, no monster, was throwing curses as if it was free candy. With anewed vegence I walked through the duels; somehow not getting hit. As I drew closer to him, all that I could hear was Voldemort casting "Avada Kedvadra" and the shrilling scream that Voldemort would make. I never wanted to kill before, but then; oh Merlin! The temptation to kill was almost overbearing, as if in slow motion, Voldemort turned around with his wand aimed straight at my chest, his snake-like face grinned evilly as his cold, blood red eyes raked down my dirtied clothes. He let out a high-pitched laugh and the killing curse came out of his mouth and I tried to dodge it; I really did, but it hit my side. I stumbled onto the ground and let out a pained scream. There was black smoke raising from my mouth as I heard a shriek of pain exscape from my enemy's mouth. Slowly, the pain and the sreams died out and I laid there panting for breath. I heard footsteps near me and tried to see who it was, darkness overtook my vision.

"-ell, Bell... wake up for Merlin's sake!" I heard Ron yell and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I shakily reached for my glasses and put them on. Ron was towering over my body with a worried expression plastered on his face, but I knew it was fake. That all of his emotions for me had been fake from the very begining. I was pulled out of my thoughts when a calloused hand fell against my shoulder. I looked into a pair of blue eyes that belonged to a Ronald Weasley and I could see the hard hidden disdain and disgust for me. "Hey mate, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. I am alright. Why don't we go down to eat breakfast, I'm starving." I said as I headed out of the dorms and to the common room where I saw my girls sitting on the couch in front of the fire placing whispering about something. I turned and motioned Ron to be silent and he gave me a grin and a roll of his eyes. I turned back at them and tip-toed behind my brown haired friend and lowered my lips beside of her ear, and blew.

"Aghh," Hermione Granger screamed; Luna Lovegood gave a giggle that sounded like wind chimes. Hermione turned her head slightly and tried to swat my face, but I backed up before I got hit. Luna was smiling brightly that could outshine the sun and jumpped over the back of the couch, which made her show off her legs and gave me a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. I kissed her forehead and smiled down at her and looked at Hermione which were also smiling at me. They changed over the years: from innocent, little girls to beautiful, young women.

Hermione's brown hair was now soft ringlets instead of the old bushy hair that she used to have. Her skin was tanned after that visit to Italy and her dark pink lips went perfectly with her body. She had the curve in every right spot that made you wonder if you had ever saw her in the Witch's Weekly. She had long fingers that were from her mother's side. And she had bright amber eyes that used to be light brown, but she was biten by Greyback while she was unconcious from a severe beating that I remember being from Rebastan Lestrange. Those amber eyes could make anyone fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness when you made the slightest mistake, and also make anyone get twisted around her finger. To most of us it is a curse, but to her; its a blessing from Merlin.

Luna had the innocent aura around her, but she was anything but innocent. She still had the soft, blonde hair and the bright, dreamy blue eyes because of her seer ability. Her skin had a slight tan tint to it, but you couldn't see it much. She had pale pink lips that talked riddles. And she still wears her bottle cap necklace around everywhere.

Hermione stood up from the couch with such elegance that could make angels weep and walked towards with her arms spread out. She wrapped her arms around my stomach and buried ger head into my hair. I returned her hug and squeezed her tightly. A throat was cleared and I had to bite the inside my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I looked up at Ron and took note to do this more often to see his face. He wore scowl and his face was reddier than his hair. His blue eyes were narrowed at me and I guess he tried to clear his throat again, but it sounded more like a cat choking on a furball. The same thought seemed to come to Luna because she covered her mouth with her hand and smothered her giggles. I took note that Hermione was wearing a large black t-shirt that I had never knew she had with the Coca Cola logo on it... wait, isn't that mine!?

"Is that my shirt?" I asked, staring at her with a slight frown. When she didn't answer me I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes slighty to make myself look irritated. That seemed to work because she started to chew her bottom lip and gave me a little grin that a pureblood would be proud of.

"Maybe," she paused a moment before she grin turned into a smirk. And with a smirking Hermione there is always trouble following. I stared wide-eyed as she continued. "Okay, yeah, this is your shirt-," Ron gave me a look of contempt and jealously. "-but Luna's is wearing your blue one." She, as always, was right. Luna was indeed wearing my blue sleeping shirt that went to her mid thighs, 'So that is way I saw her legs,' I silently mused. I pouted at them as they silently observed me, so I didn't see it coming.

Ron came, fist flying and they knocked me to the ground. I tried to stand up, but he held me down as he repeatedly punched me in the face. I saw a blonde and blue blur trying to pull Ronald away, but he pushed her back. He got up and wiped his hands on his robes before he left through the portrait with a smug smile on his face. I always knew that Ronald Weasley always hated me, loved my fame; but I never thought that he would take it this far. I slowly sat up and saw Hermione looking at me with teared up eyes. "It'll... ba... oka," I struggled out while blood came out of the corner of my mouth. I was positive that there was blood covering my shirt and face, but I didn't care. As long as he doesn't lay a hand on my sisters then it was alright. I tried to stand up, but I started to fall back down. Hermione grabbed my arms and Luna came over and put my arm over her shoulder and Hermione copied her movements. We began to exit when the potrait opened up and to our surprise, it was Professor Severus Snape.(A/N: Snape is still alive in my fandom, if you no like, then you no read, and so is Dobby, Fred, Remus, Sirius and Dumbledore. I don't know if Tonks died in the book... but in my fandom *dramatic pause* she is.)

The Potions Master hadn't changed much. He still had his snarky atitude in class, but he didn't humiliate me anymore, not as much as he used to anyways. His skin was paler than it usually was because he was still healing from Nagini's bite, how he survived, nobody knows. He had the same black eyes with the matching hair, but the thing that I thought was funny, was that it wasn't greasy; it was actually quite soft and shiny. And he still had the black robes that made him look more scarier than he really was, his scowl making him seem even more dangerous as he looked around the common room until they landed on me. His scowl morphed into a face of worry. He hastily walked to my until he grabbed my bruising face gently, making sure he didn't hurt me. With one hand cradling my face, he reached into his robe and pulled out his wand. He lowered it towards my face and mummered, "Episky." (A/N: Sorry if I spelled this wrong)

I felt the blood disappear from my face, but my head was still throbbing. I slowly looked around and noticed that I forgot to put on my glasses; darn it! Professor Snape began to open his mouth, but Hermione beat him to it. "Bell, where are your glasses?"

I looked at Luna questionly: she was the only one in the room that knew my secret. She tilted her head forward and I sighed. I looked at Hermione and my professor and I swallowed slowly. I lifted a shaking hand and waved over my body, and looking down when I heard two female and on male gasps. Even though Luna knew, she never saw me unglamoured before. I looked at them with my Avada Kedvadra eyes. Hermione's hands flew to her mouth and I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I looked up and to see black eyes that held so much emotions behind them. "May I see them?" Professor Snape asked quietly.

I nodded, knowing that my body was worse than the scars that was etched on my face. I stood up, making the older man and the young women back up. I walked up to a mirror on the wall that I had never seen before and looked at my reflexion. I haven't seen my reflexion for years without a glamour. My extraordinary green eyes were now glowing, from second year after Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets incident. My face was now barring many scars over the pale skin. There was the first scar that I got on my face that went from under my left cheek to my chin. Another was going through my right eyebrow, making a small gap. And I had my famous lightning bolt scar, which I positively loathed. Then there was a badly stitched up scar that went around the base of my neck, where a Deatheater tried to cut off my head and suceeded, but my magic kept me alive.

I slowly took of my shirt, inch by inch; I heard Hermione sobbing. When I had my shirt completely off, the sobbing turned out into full blown crying. I was positive that it was from the carving 'FREAK' on my back. My front and backsides looked like I was an experiment, and I was... for testing out weapons. To tell you the truth; I loved my scars. I know: Why would I love my scars? The reason why I loved them is because they represent what I have been through. Each and everything that I had survived. Every beating, taunt, torture session, and so much more. But I loved my tattoos more. On the top of my chest was a long ribbion-like scroll that said: "I solemny swear that I am up to no good" in a slanted cursive like writing. Then on my lower back on a small patch of unscarred skin was a map tied with a red bow that said "Mischief Managed" in the same slanted writing.

I was broken out of my thoughts when a Hermione's shaky voice called out to me. "Dear Merlin, what happened to you, my Little Cub?" She was wiping the last of her tears away from her eyes as she looked down at me. She was about two head taller than my 5'3". I felt a soft hand trace my scars on my back and I tensed up a little until I felt arms wrap around my middle. I relaxed into the warm embrace that I could tell it was Luna. She had a average frame; about 5'5" tall. Her hair was buried into my red, silky hair that went to the middle of my back. I might as well as tell my life story, this was going to take a while.

"Why don't we take a seat," I stated, knowing that it sounded more like a order than a suggestion. Luna and Hermione sat on the couch they were sitting on earlier and Professor Snape transfigured one of the studying tables into a lounge chair and sat down. I went to sit on the floor, but Luna and Hermione scooted to the ends of the couch and Luna patted the middle, motioning me to sit down. I smiled lightly at the kindness that they showed me, even though I don't deserve it after my past. I sit down slowly and folded my hands in my lap. I wasn't too sure if I could do this, I looked down at my hands as they began to twitch slightly. A small hand covered my pale ones and I looked up and met Luna's eyes. Those blue eyes seemed to say, 'If you don't tell them then I will.' I sighed and began my life story.

"It began when I have been able to walk: I could already talk, write, read, and I thought like a seven year old child when I was three and a half. It was really amazing though, I mean... how I could do it. Before I could walk, Aunt Petunia used to go to the library and take me with her, and she would pick out books to read, and I grabbed one of them and she saw that-" Professor cleared his throat. I managed to look at him sheepishly. "Well, anyways," I drawled out like a Malfoy, "Aunt Petunia loved me like I was her own daughter, but she didn't love Dudley like that. One day, Uncle Vernon caught Aunt Petunia playing with me, and Vernon pulled her away saying, '" Pet, stay away from Freak, you don't want to catch her freakishness, now do you?!"' Aunt Petunia reach for me and Vernon pushed her into the closet, rearing her into unconciousness. I screamed as loud as I could at him and he back handed me. I held my cheek in shock and stared at him, mouth opened. He grinned and smacked me again, but this time I was prepared, I dodged him and kicked his shins, but then everything went black. I still don't know how that happened. But the beatings got worse over the years, and when I started Hogwarts; it went from worse to disasterous. In third year, Dudley began to joined in. Petunia tried to stop them, but she couldn't, even called the police: but that didn't work also. So, I became their experiment. They would try different weapons on me, knives, whips, chains, and practically anything else they could get their hands on. So-" I started cheerfully; as if I wasn't just talking about my past, "-any questions?"

I was positive that the tension was so thick that I could cut it with a butter knife. The young Potions Master, Hermione, and Luna stared at me with a opened mouthed face. To tell the truth; I thought they were going to think that I was another broken toy to throw away, boy was I wrong. Hermione and Luna practically threw themseleves at me. Professor Snape just laid back and watched the scene before him with a unreadable expression. Hermione and Luna were crying into my sides and I wrapped my arms around them tightly, rocking them slightly as I cooed at them. After several minutes, the cries became wimpers. Then a thought hit me, which made me chuckle. The other occupants looked at me as if I just told them that Voldemort wasn't dead and I invited him over for tea. "Isn't funny that instead of you all comforting me, I have to comfort you?" I declared. Luna lightly giggled, Hermione smiled and shook her head, and Professor Snape grunted. We sat in silence for moment before my stomach rumbled loudly. They turned and looked at me, I blushed a light pink under their stares until the Professor stood up, which drew the attention away from me.

"I think if you hurry you may make it in time to have a quick breakfast," his gaze flitted over us, "I shall be in the potion lab, getting the lesson set up. I shall see you then." He quickly swepted through the room, his robes billowing behind him. After a moment, Hermione and Luna got up, stretching out. They looked at me and I sighed, I really didn't want to get up. I just want to lay down and sleep, never to wake up again. But I got up, but it seemed that I wasn't getting up as fast as they wanted me to. They grabbed me by the arms, dragging me towards the portrait but then I remembered something. I quickly pulled away and walked over to my shirt. Slipping it on I turned towards my dolls I walked towards, smiling slightly. As we walked down to the Great Hall, we didn't meet anyone all the way, so we skipped and laughed all the way there. The potraits looked at us to see what was happening. Some stared, some giggled, and just a few glared at us for waking them up; but we ignored them. We stopped a few feet away from the Great Hall and took deep breaths. After we composed ourselves, we walked into the Great Hall, all went silent. Everyone turned to stare, that when I noticed we forgot to change, oh well! I also forgot to but my glamours back up, but screw it. I'm not going to pretend to be somebody that I not anymore. We quietly walked over to the Gryffindor table and ate the delicious food that the house elfs made for us. We didn't bother looking up to the stares or in some peoples cases, *cough cough* Ron *cough cough*, glares. After we finished our breakfast, we headed our different ways (Luna went to Charms and Hermione and I headed to Potions). Hermione had her tanned arms wrapped around my waist and her head leaned on me as we walked silently in the dungeons to Potions. We were walking in comfortable silence until we heard a small whimper in one of the abandon classrooms that we were about to pass. Hermione lifted her head and sniffed. A small growl ripped out of her throat and she let go of me. I wonder what it was that she smelled and I silently followed her into the dark room. A normal human wouldn't be able to see in the darkness, but I wasn't normal.

In the farthest corner sat Pansy Parkinson, seventh year Slytherin, hundled and silently crying, every once a while she would let out a small whimper. When Hermione crouched in front of her, she looked up and sniffled. Her blue eyes shined with tears and her light pink lips were into a sad frown. Her carmel skin was paled and the freckles that were on her cheeks were more pronunced. Her short black hair was now frizzled in every which way. I looked at her body's state. Her clothes were wrinkled and torn. Her top was missing buttons at the top, exposing her skin and part of her bra. Her black skirt was slightly torn at the bottom which made it look like she got into a brawl. Her long legs were covered in bruises, and her right ankle looked like it was broken her foot was missing a high heel.

Pansy had wrapped her arms around her torso and rocking back and forth slightly, mumbling under her breath. It seemed that Hermione didn't like what she was saying and snarled, which made Pansy cower further into the corner. I walked up to Hermione and laid a hand onto her shoulder, she looked up at me in silent questioning, which I nodded. She got up from her crouch and backed up a few feet. I slowly got on my knees and softly put my hand on her cheek. Her face turned worried to fear. She tried to move away but I cupped her other cheek and looked into her eyes. I softly asked, "What happened to you, Pansy?" I frowned and thought. She could have been scared of something she saw, probably not. I wondered for a while and decideed to try to solve this later. First, I had to get Pansy to a professor. I slowly dragged my hand to her slender shoulder and rubbed it. "We need to get you to Professor Snape. Nod your head if you understand me, Pansy." She looked at me, then Hermione, then me again, and nodded timidly. I carefully unwound her arms and wrapped them around my neck. I picked up her legs and carried her bridal style. I walked out of the classroom and Hermione followed behind us. Pansy buried her head into my neck and cried softly. I frowned slightly; whoever did this was going to be severly injured by me, then be given to Hermione as a chew toy during the full moon.

As we approached the Potions classroom, Hermione went ahead of us to open the door. She hurriedly slammed open the door and walked towards the scowling Potions Master. When I walked in with Pansy in my arms, for the second time today, the Professor's face morphed into one of worry. Everyone stopped to see what was worrying the Potion's Master. The Slytherins stared at their fellow Slytherin in worry and sadness. The male Gryffindors were snickering, except for Neville Longbottom. The girl Gryffindors were looking at the scene in pity and distrust. Pansy was a rather good friend of their's, but Ginvera and Ronald Weasley was sneering at her in disgust. When they saw me staring at them, they smiled at me and motioned me to go over there. I shook my head and turned back to the whispering Hermione and the silently fuming Potions Master. "Class dismissed," the Gryffindors left quickly. The girls and Neville whispering to themselves were joined by the Slytherin females. But the youngest Weasleys joined the boy Gryffindors snickering. The rest of the Slytherins were slowly leaving. Once the classroom was empty: just the Professor, Hermione, Pansy, and me; he asked the question.

"What happened and who done this to my Snakling?" He asked in a deathly whisper.