Last One Standing
Summary: LVHP, LMHP, Creature Dark fem Harry. Kiana Potter grows up abused and neglected until she snaps and murders them. When she finds out her status, unusual inheritance and learns about the magical world, she starts a deadly game, becoming the manipulator instead of a pawn.
A/N:
Pairings I have planned: LMHP and LVHP (multi-ship possibly, no slash, no trio), SBOC, RLOC, DMHG. All the rest all up to you. Anyone who wants to make a new OC for Sirius or Remus as pairings, go for it. There will be no slash in any form even though I love it, so only girl OC's for them. Please make them slightly messed up: I love unhinged and evil. I have one character for Sirius but it won't be a main pairing. Send me any information pertinent and I'll get back to you straight away with any questions I have or things I want to add, however, I give you choices and it still is your character, so if I do something with your character that's major and you don't want it, PM me and I'll either redo that part or keep it with an explanation of why I can't change it.
I go into graphic detail on violence. I try to make it seem like something out of Dexter, so you might see a resemblance between Kiana and him when he kills and some of his thoughts (I read the series, it's brilliant, and as I'm no serial killer I had to draw from someone the details, and add magic to it. The genius author Jeff Lindsay's series inspires me for these torture and murder scenes). However, Kiana actually feels and understands people so she is definitely not Dexter. Anyway, if you can't stomach Dexter, serial killing shows/movies/books, murder, torture, violence and crazy, don't flame me as I WARNED YOU! I have the warnings down a ways, and every chapter labeled it.
To make things easy for me: Kiana was born in 2002. So, she'd be 11 this year, so I can keep track of years and use modern technology in this. The characters are the same age that they were in the books, just in born in years that would match up with our time (roughly). I don't like research for fanfictions and I never could get the year right no matter how hard I tried. The story starts out in 2008.
CRY FOR ME BABY REDONE FANS: This is absolutely nothing like that one. This is horror and romance. The other is humor, romance, drama and just a crazy fiction
Even if it seems like I repeat some details, like in reports of Voldemort or I go over the same scene in a different POV, read it because it contain necessary information. I use first person alternating points of view in my story, unlike the Act which is third person all-knowing.
There are extremely visible differences in this than my other work, besides the alternating points of view, which I love. The Act is quite insane with the characters, while I toned my main characters down slightly (which if you only read this one, you will wonder how insane my characters are. Go to the Act if you want to find out). They're still crazy, but not flamboyant about it (how they're toned down). Then there's the journals that reveal things she doesn't say to anyone else or think about except to write it down... they're in there so I can give you important information that you can't get from any of the characters. Writing is therapy. Kiana works secretly, unlike Aurora who is obvious, a show-off, and doesn't attempt to hide her evilness, insanity, and crimes. More: Kiana is a creature (an original one made by me), not a perfectionist to the degree of Aurora (where it's a mental illness OCPD), and doesn't have ASPD. Instead, she has PTSD and psychosis, as well as an urge to kill. Kiana is a spy for Voldemort, pretending to be on Dumbledore's side; Aurora an obvious Dark Lady. Then there's the pairings, Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort right away and awesome. I only have a few people who know Kiana's side and are followers, the rest seeing what they want to see. Draco is a creature, Hermione isn't Bellatrix's daughter and is a creature as well. So: The Act readers, if you're expecting Aurora and The Act, this chapter hopefully will break that idea. I love this one. No worries, I will still write The Act, just not as quick. I'm balancing the two.
Similarities: Blessing and curses. Some OC's. Dark fem HP with mental illnesses. Balancing characters out: no all-powerful/godlike characters. Still has some main characters.
While I use creatures from Grimm because frankly, they're awesome, it isn't a crossover because no characters from Grimm, story lines, plots, settings, etc; are used. I use the basics about the creatures and the names of their species, but that's all that's similar, as I change it up a bit. I will explain the creature in book format and change them all slightly. I made up a creature called a Verwandeln (meaning roughly to transform, to shift in German if the internet has not led me wrong). Please correct me if you know a better word(s) in German for the creature, as I don't trust internet translators and they tell me there's no word in German for shape-shifter. Send a review so I can correct it and not be laughed at.
Thought I'd let you know: Kiana has several curses: a need to kill, if ignored will make her snap and destroy everyone. Out of body experiences where something else controls her. The third will be unlocked on her 13th birthday along with her gift. Her blessings are: Mind Arts (Leglimency, Occulmency, and a new one: the ability to understand people and predict their reactions in advance without knowing how they got the information) and a creature inheritance: shapeshifting. This is to prevent confusion.
WARNINGS: Child Abuse (sexual, physical, verbal) in this chapter and as flashbacks; graphic torture, graphic violence; battle scenes; foul language; adult-minor willing relationships; sex scenes; OOC characters; dark murderer intelligent fem Harrry; manipulative Dumbledore. More later. I will mention in every chapter what it contains.
This chapter: Graphic Torture, Graphic Violence, mentions of rape of a child, Child serial killer/torturer/ poweful intelligent fem Harry, foul language, OOC characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything regarding it. Any lyrics I use belong to the bands and anyone who worked on it. Grimm and everything in it also belongs to the producers and anyone who worked on it. I make no money off of this, nor do I want to.
Story Start:
Dear Future Best Friend
I knew I was different from all the other people I'd known since I was able to really see people as they are. The ones I know are filth. There's nothing nice about them. They're disgusting, horrible, cruel… normal. How I hate that word, hate those people. My aunt and uncle want me to be normal… what a ridiculous, incredibly idiotic, mundane notion. Me… I'd rather be a freak.
Normal means average. Normal means dull. Normal means nothing you do is better than anyone else, that you aren't capable of anything other than an ordinary job, living in an ordinary house, marrying someone just as ordinary and boring as you, with kids that are average in any way, shape, or form. I can't believe anyone wants to be that, yet I'm stuck with people who want nothing more than to be that. I hate normal. What's wrong with being extraordinary, powerful, intelligent, unique… what's so bad about being the best?!
Also, I could never be normal. I'm eight years old but I scored at a junior in high school level for reading comprehension and writing due to a necessary test we took with our teacher. Still, that's not why I say that. Any mundane person could achieve that. I just… get people. Before I say something, I can predict their reactions and chose the best way to say it to get the reaction I want. When I use it, it takes only thirty seconds to come up with the best response. Same with my actions. It's like I see into their mind almost. I can't predict anything other than people, so I'm no prophet. I have one other gift, I swear it's the coolest thing ever but I have to hide it from everyone. As I'm writing this to myself until I have a person to confide in, a best friend who I can tell everything to and will love me even with all of my issues instead of thinking I'm a freak, I can tell you: I shape-shift. Not sure if you read mythology, but it the Titan Metis could change her appearance into anything she wanted… it would be cool to be descended from a Titan, but I doubt I am, as it's all myths and I don't believe in any kind of deity. I know I'm magic; I practice it every day since I turned four, and I can control it so well it's crazy. I make people hurt, I heal myself, I kill, I torture.
The bad reasons I can't be normal:
While I understand people, I hate everyone I know. They're ordinary. I want to destroy them all. I dream of torturing them, making them beg for mercy. I've actually done it. Okay, so there was this girl in school, really popular, a total bitch. Dudley calls me it and I looked up what it means, but anyway, back on topic. I can't believe anyone liked her, but boys thought she was cute, even though they haven't even grown up enough to be attracted to them that way, and girls copied her and wanted to be her. Because of Dudley's lies about me, I have no friends; I'm a pariah, an outcast; so she thought I was an easy target to pick on. I was walking home from school one day, actually a month ago, and she followed me. She kept taunting me, calling me a friendless loser, a freak… I snapped. I'm no freak. I'm unique. She's normal, and therefore, inferior to me. I found out where she lived and broke into her house. She had dogs, and I love animals so I let them run free. Her parents were watching TV. I had this knife from my aunt's kitchen, and then I had an out of body experience, where I was trapped inside my mind and something else controlled me, I'm not possessed, I'm me but I'm not me… I don't get it either. I made them freeze, not with ice or cold, but made them unable to move, that kind of freeze. I went to her room and dragged her out, making her mouth sewed shut, with needles and thread. I don't know how I was doing it, then I began saying things. "Such a pretty girl, now no longer a queen, but a beast. The knife moved out of my hands and glowed red hot, applied it to her face and making patterns. Her skin where it touched turned black. She was trying to scream but she was hurting her lips where the strings pulled them together, it was so gross but when I think about it I get these little shivers, not of terror, but of excitement and happiness. Then I told her "your nose is cut off your face," and it did. I told her "all your hair is ripping out, strand by strand." It must have hurt horribly; but I only felt happiness, satisfaction, excitement, pride, some feeling I can't describe because I don't know the word. That took a long time, and the strings were pulled tight and covered in blood because she was trying to scream, muffled noises coming out, her face had blood and snot and tears all over it, she was bald and her scalp was bleeding she had wet herself. It was so gross that I would have vomited if I was in control, but I wasn't and I was laughing this terrifying, chilling, evil laugh. She was so pathetic and disgusting, so weak that I began kicking her; I broke some of her bones, mainly ribs. I cut into her stomach, legs and arms. Then I told her "your eyes are being pulled out." Her cries got louder, the strings got even bloodier, and her eyes were dangling from her sockets, not cut off. Finally, I asked if she wanted to die and she nodded. I got out of the house, walking slowly and whistling, and I was laughing partway through. The house started on fire, at the top floor and they were still frozen and they burnt alive. On the news they said the bodies were gone, in ashes, and nothing remained. They said the fire was impossible to control, no one could get in or out no matter how hard they tried, none of the doors or windows were able to be broken down so no one could get it. I walked to school the next day and the police were talking. I pretended she was my best friend and I wanted to know if she suffered and knew what was happening. I'm a good actress. Then he told me because I used magic to make him, that the room they were in was the last to be burnt and somehow the top parts didn't cave before that. They were the last things to burn and they knew exactly what was happened. Then I made them both forget about everything I said and went to school. No one ever asked me questions. I don't feel guilty at all. They call me The Flame of Hell Killer. Cool, huh?
Since then, I have an urge to kill people and I just have to. If I do it right away I'll make it quick, but the longer I go the more uncomfortable I am and the more I need to kill, until I snap and torture them, then kill them, without controlling any of it. My uncle takes me to different places and then picks me up when I'm done, I clean up in their showers and take new clothes, then I burn the place down. I've never been questioned, because who would expect a shy eight year old, any eight year old really, to be a serial killer, torturer, and arsonist? An author made a book using me as a character called Burn The All Down. I've read it and its brilliant, the character is like me but a teen and an assassin. Then she wrote a book called The Psychology Behind Burn Them All Down. I know I'm a sadist, but I think it has to do with the magic I use. I also have out-of-body experiences, but I've never had an episode of loss of memory, and I don't think I have another personality as I would know by now from how people respond to me. My effects are long lasting psychosis. I hate not knowing, but I'm not going to tell a shrink. Anyway, the author didn't get anything right besides sadism… I was really disappointed. What can you expect from filth but filth though?
Kiana Potter
… Kiana's POV, Saturday June 10th, 2010; 4:00 PM, Dursley's House
Petunia and Dudley were going grocery shopping, leaving me alone with monster… his name's Vernon but he's sick and twisted enough to be named monster, or brute, or filth. He's a sadist, even worse than me. At least I don't rape my victims and when I'm in control, the deaths are painless.
I looked up what he did on a search engine, internet being the most useful thing ever… took ten words to look up because it was so confusing, I mean I'm only eight and had no clue what he was doing, than I finally understood and got the answer: he's a rapist and a pedophile. I'm only eight, and he's been doing this for two years now. The next time he tries, I'll kill him. And I know tonight he has the opportunity and he'll take it. I've planned his death since I was five and now I finally get to put it in action.
Footsteps climbed to his bedroom that I was forced to clean. I stopped and hid behind the door, a metal bat at the ready.
The door opened, he walked in, and: CRACK!
I hit him several times, this time totally in control, one at his knees, reinforcing it with magic so I broke them, then his feet to break whatever bones I could, last each arm so he couldn't do anything but lay there, in horrible pain that made thrills go through me as it did every time I did something like this, but I changed it up a lot. The last 6 men were practice for this, so I could get it perfect for him. I let the bat fall to the floor, circling him with a sneer on my face, and he watched me, terrified, sweat all over his pig face. I grabbed my knife from the dresser by me.
"You are the most revolting man I've met, and I've met and killed some horrible people. You preyed on your niece, a little girl, once innocent, now evil. You made me do oral, forced me to touch you, ripped my clothes off and touched me, and you raped me… you took my innocence, and made me into a monster. See… have you heard of my little exploits? They're on every week on the news. People trapped in their homes, somehow immobilized, doors and windows impossible to get through for the firefighters to save them. The room they're in is the last to burn, and the death is slow, eventually turning them into ashes. Sometime I kill them before the fires, but if they're horrible enough, I let them burn. You are the worst of the lot, and I have a personal vendetta against you. Imagine how painful your death will be…" My voice was white hot with anger, I heard fury and pure evil, and he did too because he shook and trembled, knowing I was going to kill him but not what I would do to him before that. I was so furious that the lights began to flicker, then break, and I forced them to cut into Vernon, who screamed as the glass dug into his face, hands, chest, stomach, and every broken bone. The room began to shake and then I calmed myself.
I grabbed the knife, pulling down his pants and slowly cutting his favorite part of his anatomy into tiny slices. It took two minutes for me to finish because of how slowly I went and how tiny and thin I sliced it, and he was bleeding pretty baldy by the end of it, I had gloves on to keep the blood from touching my skin as it took a long time for me to makes sure every trace of it was gone. He tried thrashing but because of his broken bones and how bad it must hurt, I saw bones sticking out and he was bleeding from those too, he stopped quickly but just screamed, loudly, but I knew no one ever heard a thing because I've done this to 27 people and no one had heard or seen anything there, so I didn't even look out the window, it was closed anyway and locked, so when I needed it most, it would happen because it has to happen. Finally I finished, a broad grin on my face as he kept screaming, the thrills going through me, satisfaction, bliss, freedom because I knew he'd never touch me or see me again, because he'd be dead, gone, rotting in purgatory or hell or wherever evil goes when they die, because he was evil and had to be punished more than what I did. And even if he wasn't, he'd burn in the hell I made for him.
I broke each of his fingers, then sliced them off slowly. I cut off each of his hands after that, knife sawing into his flesh, I couldn't get it all at once and blood splatted everywhere, so I clumsily focused on my magic to heal him so he didn't die yet, because he needed to go to hell. His tongue and teeth were next after I made him freeze. I cleaned out the blood and healed it so he wouldn't drown from it. Couldn't have him die until I wanted him to, that would ruin the whole thing. He needs to go through what I went through while living here, not rape but hell, because this house was hell on Earth except for now for me, because this was paradise.
I heard the door open.
"Looks like the family is joining us. I'll kill them too." I promised darkly.
He couldn't scream or warn them.
"Petunia! Dudley! Vernon needs you!" I called, smirking. They ran up the stairs, then screamed. I froze them. I showered, getting into clean clothes, grabbing anything valuable. I had several books that I snuck in, clothes, my journal, a toothbrush and toothpaste, shoes, a couple of my mom's jewelry that I snuck and a photo album that I hid. I went to every room, taking Vernon's wallet, credit card, some expensive jewelry that I could sell, any books that were interesting, a comfy pillow and many blankets, and a key that belonged to me. I fit it into Dudley's huge duffel bag he never used.
Petunia had verbally abused me, so her tongue and teeth were removed. I broke Dudley's bones like Vernon and cut his tongue out for lying about me, again healing them so they would live.
"Goodbye, my dear family. Rot in hell." I sang. I made sure all of the windows were locked tight and used my magic to reinforce it so no one could get in, locking the front door and again reinforcing it, concentrating on the whole house.
I walked away, whistling, then did my usual trick to start the fire, making it go even more slow and less hot, no smoke to make sure they didn't die right away and were in severe pain longer. I decided to hitch hike and used the symbol, knowing I could kill anyone that did anything funny should I get in the wrong person's car.
I waited for a while. Then something zoomed right by me and stopped. A man got out of a huge bus.
"Welcome to The Night Bus. I'm Stan Shunpike. Where do you need to go?"
I pretended to cry.
"My home burnt down. My family was inside it, I'm the only one left because I slept over at a friend's house a block away. When I got there, it started burning, so I ran. I need to go to the orphanage because I have no other family or guardian, I have no money so I can't pay you. Please can I go on? Please, I don't want to be out her alone. It's scary." I sobbed, acting well.
The man paled, recognizing the crime as something on the news, not knowing I was the person behind it.
"Of course you can. There's an orphanage in London, for witches and wizards, owned by the Malfoys, who occasionally visit. You are magic or else we wouldn't have been able to detect you. I'll let the Ministry know so they can track down who did this, the Muggle one's panicking about this case. There's been a killing a week since it started, clearly magical. No leads, no witnesses, no evidence. Even the Aurors are on it and they can't figure it out." Stan told me gently, and I fought back a grin, instead sobbing.
"Muggles? Aurors?" I asked, completely confused.
"Muggles are non-magical people. Aurors are law enforcement officers that work for our Ministry. You were raised by-"
"Muggles. My mother is a witch, my father a wizard. They died in an accident."
"I'm sorry for bringing that up." He looked upset.
He let me go on the bus.
"Go slow, Ern, this one's been through a rough night and doesn't need to be rattled."
People are so easy to manipulate.
I laid down on one of the beds, Ern taking off faster than I thought possible.
"Slower, Ern!" Stan yelled, exasperated.
He slowed down a bit, arriving at a dingy pub.
Stan let me off and escorted me to an alley. I was kept my guard up, ready to use magic if he tried anything, but then just opened the alley up. He guided me through the streets, me carrying onto my stuff. I couldn't help but look around, not oohing and ahhing, but casually so I could find my way around from wherever I was going. We headed for a side Alley called Diamond Alley, which had a lot of fancy shops, places to eat, and a large building, formal looking, called Malfoy's Home for Orphaned Witches and Wizards. Stan entered, me following. The walls were in warm colors with paintings and various art projects made by kids, handprints on the walls in paint. The woods were heated, inside a nice temperature. It was baby-proofed as well. A worker greeted us, another with an extremely handsome and obviously rich man with long blonde hair tied up, who looked up at us.
"This is Lucius Malfoy, the person who backs and owns this orphanage." The woman introduced him to me.
"I assume you're a recent orphan." Lucius asked.
"Kiana Potter, sir." I told him, and Stan gasped while Lucius studied me intently, especially my forehead. I was uncomfortable, knowing I looked bad: my black hair was windswept and all over the place, I was paler than a ghost, and my hazel eyes were tired and haunted, not to mention my worn hand-me-downs. At least I was clean. "What?"
"You're quite famous in the Wizarding World. Many people would kill to take you in and raise you." Lucius told me, studying me intensely, noting my scar. "Why are you here?"
"My guardians were burnt alive. I was lucky, just walking back from a sleepover at a friend's house when I saw it burn, which is why I have so much stuff. I stayed the week to keep my friend company. I thought of the killer from the book and that had yet to be captured on the news and ran before whoever did it could kill me. So I tried hitch-hiking because my friend's parents were gone and I don't know the neighbors well. I flagged the bus. I knew I had no one to take me in, so I asked to go to an orphanage. I knew I was magic, been using it since I was three, found out how to control it fairly well at age six, so I guesses I was a witch. It was stupid of me to think I was the only one who could shape-shift-"
"You mean appearances?" Lucius asked.
"Yes, and animals too. Any kind I know. I just have to concentrate and imagine it. I kept it hidden because my aunt and uncle wanted me to be normal, I played the part." I was puzzled; surely I wasn't a freak here too?
"That's not a typical human gift. I know of one type that can do that: Verwandeln. They are born to human witches and wizards as well as their own. Stan, please leave. I need to ask her questions privately."
Stan left, and Lucius led me to a private room, sitting on a couch and having me sit next to him. I waited, wanting to find out much more. I'm not human…
"The Verwandeln curse is dormant inside all of us. It is activated when you need it the most, when you need power to survive. You must feel that your life depends on something else helping you. It only happens during repeated trauma. You were at the very least abused badly… I imagine it was worse than that."
He reached to me, and I immediately flinched away.
"So physical, definitely. Did he rape you? Your uncle?"
I began to cry, real tears that I tried controlling. I hated showing weakness, especially in front of someone strong , but he didn't look like he would hurt me. Instead, he looked concerned and upset that that happened, furious as well. I shrunk back from him, and he controlled his emotions.
"I take that as a yes. Please let me hold and comfort you." Lucius pleaded. "I swear I will not hurt you or touch you other than to comfort you when I do this. So mote it be."
Magic flowed around him. "I'm bound to my words with my life. I only did the conditions so if I accidently do something in the future I won't be killed. I value my life, so my word is good." Lucius explained.
"You're angry..." I whispered as I tried getting away.
"Not at you. At your family." Lucius told me. I looked at him, using my gift to see if I could trust him if I let him hold me.
I nodded and moved closer to him, hesitantly.
"So… do I have your permission to comfort you?" Lucius asked.
I nodded and he slowly reached out and took me in his arms. I could feel his magic now, and I couldn't before… he had suppressed it somehow. I could feel some in the Alley, but not his until now. It was similar to mine, but far more powerful. It should have felt sinister because I knew it was evil, but it was comforting. It made me tingle pleasantly and gave me the same feeling when I used my magic to harm people. It didn't feel as good when I healed myself or did chores with it. I guess it felt so good due to how bad it was, most people wouldn't do it if not to feel that feeling, as I've never felt anything close to it doing anything else besides now. I could have him hold me for hours without wanting to leave or move even. I had stopped crying and was resting comfortably in his lap.
"Can you feel other's magic?" I asked him curiously.
"Yes. I imagine you feel the same way about mine as I do to you, which would explain the odd question. It's different than what I expected.… I thought your magic would make me want to get away from you. People with opposite magic tend to feel anger, hatred, fury, or disgust with each other. The more alike the magic, the better the chance of two people getting along. I believed yours would be Light… quite the opposite. I've never felt a darker aura on a child. To get that, you must hurt, torture, even kill. How many, besides your family?"
"27." I replied automatically.
Lucius was shocked, but he grew a delighted smile that mirrored mine.
"Will you tell?" I asked, sure he wouldn't but needing to check.
"Why would I stop someone from doing what I do?" Lucius smirked. "Your magic is a near match to mine."
"How many have you?"
"Lost count somewhere after a hundred. I was in the war, a key player." He told me, the smile growing demented and evil, giving me a rush. His magic began to mix with mine and it felt so good I had to stifle a moan. It was pure bliss.
He smirked at my reaction. "Again, not what I was expecting. Anyway, I want to tell you more about your creature inheritance. All wizards and witches have the potential of becoming one, however, it's extremely rare because of the trauma having to be that horrible and very frequent at a very young age. You can only become one at birth from one or both parents being one, which your parents weren't. You either are one or you aren't, no half, or quarter. If one or both parents are Verwandeln, the child will be one."
"There's three families that will try and recruit you. They live in separate areas, are extremely different, but still are the same creatures and band together when they must. Thanatos, the Death Clan, are very Dark, most would say evil. They are the spies, assassins, rituals, necromancy, anything destructive, warriors, bounty hunters, torturers, experimenters… anything evil, immoral, bad, corrupt, Dark will fall in that category. They have Black affinities and look for the same. Their leader is Enki. They run the underworld. I imagine you'll fit well there. The Grey family, Neutrals, are the politicians, business leaders, journalists, writers, historians and anything that is neither moral or immoral. They stay out of affairs with every creature… they're neutral. They have no leader. The Photios family is all that is light, bright, and pure. They are the lawyers, law enforcement, judges, healers, etc. Sunny is their all actually work together, very strained at times because of their differences, but none of the groups could survive alone so they're forced to accept the other, meaning that the Thanatos family have boundaries they will not cross, the Photios cannot prosecute the Thanatos family. The elders gather every month for meetings, and the adopted children switch between parents at that time, while the biological ones stay with their parent's clan and their parents." Lucius told me.
"You, as an adopted child, will be moved between the clans until you turn thirteen, having three sets of parents and their lovers to raise you, many tutors to educate you. You will be put with the people magic deems as best suited for being your parents by a ritual. You will have to go to Hogwarts to keep up appearances and appease everyone until you finish there, and all six of your parents, as well as the rest of your family will visit, the tutors will work with you on weekends, so you won't miss too much." Lucius continued. "When you reach your thirteenth birthday, you are an adult and will choose your clan. You will be of age, even of the age of consent. On your thirteenth birthday, you will have a power surge and unlock a gift and a curse."
He moved me so he was carrying me instead of holding me in his lap, touching his cane and saying something I didn't catch, and we spun away, landing in front of a huge and beautiful manor. He set me down.
"I want you to change your appearance, as I don't want to explain everything to my wife. I'll call you Kalysta Metis. Your parents were brutally murdered in front of you when you were four and the man kidnapped and abused you for months, then left you in an orphanage, where you were mistreated and came into your inheritance. I don't trust one of my workers but can't fire him on suspicions only and when I heard your story I made sure you wouldn't go through the same thing again. I want you to be a brunette with gold eyes."
I changed my hair from black and unmanageable waves to a light chestnut brown, straightening it and making it spiky, bangs in the front. My eyes were a bright gold and wide instead of almond shaped and hazel. My skin darkened too, my features becoming more angular and defined instead of soft. My body became fit but also aged to show a feminine body, my height grew five inches to 5'3, her scar disappeared. I was now a tough looking but still beautiful girl, maybe age thirteen instead of eight.
Lucius transfigured my clothes into an expensive looking gold robe that wasn't too bright.
"Why don't you trust your wife?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't get upset.
"I never have. I was in an arranged marriage. I married to have an heir, not for love. In fact, I hate her. If not for my son, I would have divorced her, but I don't want to have him choose sides or get hurt." Lucius sighed. "He's eight, your age, but he hasn't been through as much as you."
"I hope he never has to. I broke the first time… I haven't mended and I doubt I ever will. People should never be put through that. Doesn't matter who it is, what they've done." I was honest, not self-pitying, as it never got anyone anywhere.
"You're a good person… you just do horrible things." Lucius told me.
"I have to." I told him. "If I don't, I snap at the wrong time and destroy everything. I can't control myself if it gets that far, so I don't let it. It makes me sloppy, and then I'll get caught."
"You're cursed. All of your species are, always with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder or something along those lines due to becoming a creature, sometimes with several add-on curses, with blessings to match. It all balances out." Lucius told me. "Tomorrow I'll tell you more. Let's go inside."
We walked through the stone gate and onto the path, and I finally looked at his home. It was a castle in the middle of mountains covered in a lush green forest. The castle was on a completely horizontal area of a cliff. There was a stone staircase that would be hell to climb up from the bottom, steep, but mainly because there was so many of them.
"The castle architecture is a replica of Neuschwanstein Castle, only we completed all of it. Ours was finished in 1901. We're in the Swiss Alps, in a private area we warded. No one but people we want can see it. There are no maps of it and no records of it, absolutely none can be made in fact. The whole area here has wards around it that confuse people and make them go away. Should anyone go above us, it's invisible. It's protected. Probably one of the safest places in the world." Lucius was proud of it.
"It's extremely beautiful." I murmured.
He smiled again, something I loved. People didn't smile at me ever, or because of me. To see someone be happy because of me, or nice to see was rare, strange, and exciting.
The walk was quite long, so he continued talking.
"Narcissa leaves for a shopping trip in New York for the month, starting tomorrow so I'd like for you to meet Draco in your true form, and we'll explain some things you need to know. I will also give you books on etiquette; have you learn to dance and act properly in certain circumstances, and how to pass as a pureblood. Even though you are a purebred creature, you need to know how wizards act because you will be in our world for at the very least nine months out of the year, and it'll be easier for you to act like a pureblood than the creature you are in our world. However, it's your choice to tell everyone you are a creature or not." Lucius explained.
"I'll only say it if I need to." I replied, knowing it could be handy.
We approached the entrance and Lucius unlocked and opened the door. The castle had extremely expensive paintings that the Louvre art curator would die to get his hands on, several masterpieces from there as well. The walls looked like white marble, as did the floors, heated and black. There were many plants, plenty of windows that would fill the place with light if it wasn't currently around eight at night, so only a series of glass chandeliers lit the room up. There were two ornate staircases that were works of art and served, besides function, as decorative pieces
A boy that looked like a clone was on the stairs waiting for him, probably Draco, the eight year old son. Draco ran and hugged Lucius, who laughed and hugged back.
"I've only been gone for a day." Lucius smirked. "You missed me that much?"
"I had to spend time with mother, so of course." Draco wasn't joking about it. He realized I was there and let go.
"Hey, I'm Kalysta Metis. It's a pleasure to meet you." I introduced myself, holding my hand out to shake.
"Draco Malfoy. Lovely to meet you too." He told me, kissing my hand. It must be a pureblood gesture, as Lucius acted like it was usual.
"Draco, please show Kalysta to the nearest room to mine." Lucius ordered.
Draco nodded and I followed him up one of the staircases, then through a room that didn't have as flashy of one, up another flight of six flights of stairs then taking me to the left of the place. I made sure to remember the details, as the castle was huge and I was sure I'd get lost otherwise. The castle continued to be lavish and beautiful, the inside very modern, the outside medieval-based and straight out of a book of fairy-tales.
He led me to the right of the master suite, into a bedroom that had one sapphire blue feature wall, the rest a light silver. There was a window seat in the same blue, with silver and white decorative pillow. I realized I was in the top of the tower, which had two bedrooms that shared the view.
"The view is brilliant." I smiled at the boy.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Lack of anywhere else to go. Your father is letting me stay here until the three clans adopt me." I told him the truth, knowing he'd find out later.
Draco looked like he was trying to remember something. "You're a Verwandeln then?"
I nodded.
"Can you shape-shift just once, please?" He asked.
I focused on a tiger and turned into one quickly, then walked around the room, transforming back. He was smiling.
"That's really cool. I wish I had that. Destruction magic is my power. I'm a creature as well, my curse. My form is a sabre-tooth tiger. I feel the need to destroy, I get obsessive, I'm deadly, vicious, fierce, powerful, strong, dangerous, and bloodthirsty. I'm made for war and battles. Luckily, my urge to kill is controllable with duels and dark magic, at least for now, but when I hit fourteen I'll come into my full inheritance and I'll have to kill." Draco told me.
"Killing isn't that horrible. I get excited shivers, feel bliss; and my anxiety and urges subside. I feel free." I smiled. "Anyway, I'm exhausted. Murdering your relatives takes a lot out of you, you know?"
He smirked and left the room.
… Lucius' POV, Saturday, June 10th 2010, 11:00 pm. Malfoy Castle
I stayed up, watching the flames in my fireplace and drinking a bit of cognac, my thought on the young girl I was housing. I know she was a reason the Dark Lord lost power, knew he'd come back and find out about this… but Kiana didn't seem like an enemy. If I played my cards right she'd make a very powerful and loyal ally to the Dark. My mission now is to turn the girl to the right side, my side. I know it's possible, especially if I let her stay over and teach her dark magic. The magic is an addiction and the more they use it, the faster they fall. Kiana was already extremely Dark and once she accepted our philosophies and I introduce her to our culture, it should be easy enough.
That wasn't the only reason I wanted her on my side of the war. I didn't tell her much about compatible magic. We definitely shared an extremely similar magic, making it hard for me to fight against her. She was now my weakness because I'd have trouble killing her. My very magic would fight against me; my emotions would destroy me afterwards. Her magic was absolutely delightful. Thankfully she wasn't old enough to feel what I felt; otherwise it would have ended up quite differently. I can control myself well, though, but with a willing partner, control was much harder. She felt something similar, though… bliss. When she hits thirteen, her reactions would be quite different. She'd feel pleasure if my guesses are correct.
Before a creature hits thirteen, they have reactions to possible mates, though they have choices in who they chose, they feel attracted to certain types of men that suit them the most. It's instinctual and impossible to make one love a type that isn't compatible, or to stop being attracted to their possible mates. They have more than one partner typically, as they can't control themselves around their mates. Kiana trusted me quite quickly: she didn't hide her emotions, told me her darkest secrets that she hid from everyone else, and let me hold her without attempting to fight me. She reacted favorably to my magic and touch, as well as my appearance, without her being aware of it. She took every word I said as truth and wasn't disgusted about my murders… instead, it was unconditional acceptance. As for me… I felt like I could trust her, I was concerned and angry for her; I wanted her safe and cared for, everything I shouldn't feel towards her. I feel a draw to her, which men who are compatible feel for a possible mate. The feelings would take over after she turned thirteen and sees me, so I'd have to see her privately to make sure she doesn't try to bed me in front of anyone.
I decided to give in to my worried thoughts and check on the girl. I walked up the stairs and went to her room, opening the door a crack. I heard crying, and went inside the room.
She was in the middle of a night terror that was making her hyperventilate and sob, fighting against an invisible enemy by thrashing.
"No… don't, please. Not again, not again, not again." She begged.
I reached out with my magic to soothe the girl enough for her to know it was me, so she wouldn't fight or panic, as I knew what was going on in her dream. I sat down on my bed and held her. She quieted immediately and snuggled into me. After five minutes I got up, letting her go.
"Please don't leave me. I'll have another nightmare." She pleaded, now awake.
"I'll stay. Move over so I can lie down." I told her.
She did as I asked, again trusting me completely, and I slipped under the sheets. I kept my magic around her to make sure the nightmares would go away. She fell asleep in my arms, and I followed shortly after.
We slept until nine when the door opened.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Draco asked curiously.
"She had a nightmare so I stayed with her to make sure she wouldn't have another one." I told him, getting out of bed so he knew I had clothes on. "Like I used to do to you."
Draco nodded. "I wanted to let her know breakfast is ready and we'd start showing her how we do things. Then I wanted to give her a tour, have lunch, go into Diamond Alley and get her some proper clothes for every-day, formal, and dueling, a wand and a holster, a cauldron, all of the stuff she'll need, probably books and a broom so we can try Quidditch. Then I'll show her against the dummy how to duel and have her attempt target practice."
"Sounds good. But instead of the tour, I want to explain some things for her. The tour can be after supper." I smiled.
By now, Kiana was awake.
"We'll show you the main dining room. You saw it in the entrance, it's the room visible between the staircases." I told her. "Narcissa keeps her old clothes here so pick something you like."
She chose an emerald dress robe that was only worn once by Narcissa. Another thing I hated about Narcissa: she refused to wear the same thing twice. Her shoes were silver, again, expensive and barely worn. Narcissa enjoyed spending my money and did it frequently.
"I'll shower. Can you wait for me?" She asked.
"Definitely." I told her.
She took twenty minutes, so Draco and I began to read. She emerged completely dry and clean, short hair spiked up and looking adorable in her robe that she somehow shrunk down.
"It didn't fit so I shrunk it." She explained.
"You can control your magic without a wand?" Draco was impressed, as was I.
"Yeah. I practiced since I was little and can control it well now." She was casual about it, not boastful at all.
We walked to breakfast, Draco explaining how pureblood woman walked and she mimicked it, quite well by the time we got to supper. She made to get her chair.
"A man always helps the woman with her chair." Draco explained. "It's polite."
She nodded and backed her chair out for her.
"Bea!" I called, and my house-elf appeared.
Kiana's eyes widened but she managed to not jump.
"This is a house-elf, a slave that rich people have to clean, garden, and cook." I explained. "Order what you want and she'll make it."
"I'd like a sausage, egg, and cheese on a lightly toasted bagel; hashbrowns with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, broccoli, and cheese on top; orange juice; and a fruit salad: pineapple, mango, raspberries, oranges, strawberries, blueberries, and peaches." She ordered.
I ordered two sunny-side up eggs, buttered toast, sausages, bacon, and the same hashbrowns, with coffee.
Draco ordered four pieces of peanut butter and honey toast, fruit salad, and oatmeal with raspberries in it.
The house elf popped away,
"It'll be about ten minutes. Kalysta, could you show your true form?"
Kiana changed into how she looked normally: black curls to her mid-back that were wild, would be called sexy when she got older, but now were just adorable; soft and delicately feminine features, almond shaped green eyes that needed no glasses; her scar peeking out from bangs; around 4'11; thin and fragile looking, like a doll; and clear porcelain skin, extremely pale but still pretty. She looked angelic almost, but her magic was clearly dark and evil, making Draco close his eyes in bliss, and me feel intoxicated.
"Draco, meet Kiana Potter." I introduced her again.
Draco's eyes shot open. "But your magic-"
"Is dark. I wasn't kidding when I talked about murdering my relatives and others. All Muggles and filth of course. The last ones brought my total up to 30 murders in the last 16 weeks. I'm the Flames of Hell." She smirked at the shocked look on his face at the murders. "You may have heard of my crimes. I torture my victims, then leave them alive in a house, bound or unable to move, forcibly conscious, burning the rest of the house, leaving the room where the people are as the very last to burn, making it slow and extremely painful. I leave no evidence, as everything burns up, even things that normally don't burn. No one can control the flames, put them out, or even get into the house. There's no hope and no escape for my victims. They never felt as much fear as the flames get closer and closer to them. I feel no guilt. I pick the worst people for my victims. I read their minds to see their darkest secrets. I stalk them, then act. I am not merciful. I'm a serial killer, and I'm only eight."
Her smiled grew evil and delighted. Draco and I mirrored it.
"I can't wait until you're older. You'll only get better. Take me with you for some. I want to kill." Draco was excited, especially his creature side, which was taking over.
"Sounds good. You'll be there for every step of the process." She agreed.
"Dad, can I?" Draco asked hopefully.
"Definitely. It'll increase your powers as a creature and improve your power, as well as get you used to death and murder. You can practice your dark arts as well." I agreed, and Kiana beamed at me. Draco smiled at me as well.
"Anyway, I need to tell you about the First War and each side." I began, and Kiana turned to me, paying rapt attention. "The war officially started 10 years ago, Dark against Light. However, it was brewing since the Dark Lord went to Hogwarts. My father was his first follower, one of his few friends and in the Inner Circle. The Dark Lord's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, an anagram of I am Lord Voldemort. His chosen name means Thief of Death if I'm not mistaken. He only lets his Inner Circle call him by his real name, but I digress. He was a Slytherin, extremely intelligent, charismatic, powerful, and people flocked to him. He formed a group in his first year and got to the top of the hierarchy in his second. He had a different way of thinking: he viewed Muggles as a potential threat. While we have magic, there are too few of us to kill them all, though we try to thin the population. We want to separate from them completely, take Muggleborns away to us so we can keep our world a secret until we find a way to kill most and enslave the rest. We value all magic, believe in using every kind. Most disagree. We use violence to achieve all methods, as well as manipulation. We value tradition and don't believe in changing unless necessary. He decided to get followers and build an army. The Light viewed him as a threat and decided to wage war when he finally showed himself. Your parents fought him, until he murdered them because of a prophecy and attempted to kill you. No one knows how you survived. You only got one mark, a scar." I told her, moving to her and tracing it. "He was torn from his body, and no one has found him yet. I know he's alive and will come back."
"You fought for him." Kiana seemed to know it as fact. "I want to know all about him. You admire him, you fought for him... he must be incredible. I want to meet him, find him and talk to him. Perhaps restore him. I need battle, I need war, I need death… he will let me do as I please if I fight for him. I need to become valuable though to convince him to keep me alive. I could have people join me… The Death Clan would work with me…. Draco can work with the Dark side with you; I'll find neutral families and work with them while pretending to be Light. I'll adopt the Photios name even at 13, though I'll join the Death Clan secretly. I'll need to build up my skills, my power…"
"I'll host a ball, inviting Light, Neutral, Dark people and creatures from around the globe, mainly with connections and powerful positions, some with no connections but powerful, where you'll be known as a friend of Draco he met last summer, Kalysta Metis. You'll keep you hair exactly the same as it is now but have gold eyes, very tan and fit but petite, age eight, and the features of your assumed form. Hide your scar. Same background, same creature, but you were raised by an old friend of mine instead of an orphanage. Draco and I visited and you became very close friends." I planned. This was so much better than I expected.
"When?"
"Two weeks from now, Saturday. It'll give me time to prepare and enough time in advance for people to come short notice. Everyone who's anyone goes to our balls, no questions or excuses." I grinned. "You two will help me with invitations, decorations, food, and music. Draco knows what to do. I'll show you the ballroom. In our balls, we play music during the feast, but we converse instead of dance. These balls are meant for gaining allies and friendships, meeting people, and discussing world affairs. Kiana, you will stay by me so I can introduce you to the right people and have you make connections. Your job is to impress them, so I'll have you read up on world affairs, have etiquette lessons daily, and learn about magic. If you're capable, I want you to show off at the very end when the Dark stays for an hour longer, turning our conversations into deeper ones. However, I'll have you duel against dummies at the highest level you can do, multiple if you manage it, controlling you magic without any verbal or wand. Eventually I'll introduce you as you, at age ten so you can make powerful and real allies, without discriminating against affinities. The Light would be glad to have you on their side and will only know you as Kiana Potter, the Dark will support you after you prove yourself and I explain everything, the neutrals help you grow, and the international will give you power. By the time you get to Hogwarts, you'll be quite the valuable ally, especially with your training. You'll be able to skip years in many subjects."
This made Kiana delighted.
"I want Draco to train with me. He's a powerful creature that has the potential of being one of the greatest warriors in our lifetime." Kiana smiled at Draco, who hugged her like she was family. She didn't flinch away this time, knowing he was truly happy.
"I'd love to, dad, please let me." Draco begged.
"Of course. This is an opportunity I'd be a fool to pass up. However, I'll go with you wherever you two go so I can learn and help you two." I was more than pleased.
The ball was to the right of them, floors white marble, walls and ceilings adorned with real gold and masterpiece paintings, windows lighting the room, and one huge chandelier dangling from the middle of the ceiling. The windows overlooked the mountains, a lake far below the castle, and the gardens which looked straight out of Versailles. The castle was a mix of many palaces that somehow worked out perfectly, with modern touches and conveniences but somehow belonged. There was a platform for the band.
"The walls contain the tables which are set up by magic. We borrow house elves for people to order things, operating like a restaurant with menus. The drinks refill automatically except for alcohol, as there's a limit so there's no people inebriated and out of control. We don't want to be held liable for their actions. The ball will be from three in the afternoon until midnight. Most will know where to go, but if they look lost, guide them. The ladies restroom will be on the left of the entrance hall when you go in the main way, go down the hall. The thing is labeled ladies. I will put a translator spell on all of us so everyone knows what we're saying and we can understand any language." I told Kiana.
"Brilliant." She told me.
… Kiana's POV; Saturday, June 24th 2010; 2:00 PM, Malfoy Castle
I finished my shower and dried off, walking to my bedroom. They called my robes dress robes, but it looked like an ultra-expensive designer evening gown. Mine was a light pink ball gown that had a slight asymmetrical neckline, one shoulder in a two inch sleeve almost like a tank top, one bare, still modest even at the side that didn't have a sleeve and was just slightly lower cut, still tasteful for a younger girl but modeled after an adult evening gown. It had a sash built in at the waist that brought it in slightly, which was the same color as the dress. It had no beading, went to the floor like a column and covered my platinum peep-toes shoes. Lucius had picked everything out for me.
Lucius came in, stopping for a second.
"I picked well. You look adorable." He told me. He gave me platinum bangles and dangling earrings in my newly pierced ears.
He used a drying spell on my hair and an anti-freeze spell that lasted a week, then used a spell to de-tangle my hair. It was a bit more controlled and acceptable to have in public.
"Keep your hair like this. It makes you look like a young version of a dark angel. Hang on, I've got a pretty eye color for you."
He changed my eye color to a bright sapphire, almost unnatural in how they glowed, bright and beautiful. My breath caught in my throat.
"Maybe one more change." He changed the fabric to match my eyes exactly.
"Perfect. It's about 2:45, so we'd better walk to the hall. It takes about ten minutes to get there." They walked together to the entrance, where guest began to show. There were three hundred guests that were supposed to show up, all of the Inner Circle that was alive and were free: twenty of them, most of the Middle Circle, which were thirty, many high-up Ministry members and heads of departments, international politicians and ambassadors (twenty all together), magical creature leaders, purebloods with connections, extremely powerful witches and wizards in terms of magic, and the elders of the Verwandeln clans.
The elders were the first to arrive, taking Lucius and me to a private room; locking and silencing the door/
"Enki Thanatos. My wives, Nyx, Maegera, and Rajina, my daughters Acantha and Agrona; my sons Ahriman, Perseus and Odin. I am the leader of the Death Clan."
Enki was pale with black hair in spikes, gold eyes, and tough looking, probably American, about twenty five. The battle scars and obvious tattoos showed it. He wore battle robes, black. Nyx looked like a female version of him, around twenty, only with a very feminine body that was fit, long straight hair with crimson streaks, and black eyes. Maegera was in her late twenties had scarlet hair, freckles, and brown eyes, cut to her chin, English. Rajina was eighteen, Indian, black hair in a pixie cut, dark skin, again very feminine, with delicate features.
Acantha had strawberry blonde hair, curly to her shoulders, silver eyes sixteen, adopted, American..Agrona was a brunette with spiky hair, crimson eyes, French, twenty. Ahriman was from Uganda, extremely dark skinned, brown eyes, and black hair to his shoulders, fourteen. Perseus and Odin were identical, blonde hair and blue eyes, Norse and fifteen.
They all looked very tough and had some kind of weapons on, fierce, clearly powerful, Dark, and dangerous; someone you wanted to have on your side, not against you.
"Aella Grey. I was elected to come here. My husbands, Adonis and Pollux, and daughters Ceridwen, Branwen, Circe, and Psyche." Introduced a silver haired and silver eyed woman, around 34.
Adonis had gold hair and gold eyes, German. Ceridwen and Branwen were twins, from Ireland, red hair and blue eyes, age 7, daughters of Aella and Pollux, taking after Pollux. Circe, 20, and Psyche, 21, were Aella and Adonis' actual daughters, Circe a replica of Aella, Psyche a girl version of Adonis.
They were relaxed, calm, and easy-going, in dress robes.
"I'm Sunny Photios. I have no family but my husband, Ceres." Sunny had gold hair and blue eyes, age 20. Ceres, 28, had brown hair and green eyes. Sunny was in sky blue, Ceres in forest green, both traditional robes.
I noticed the magic and drew away, towards the Death Clan, who were like magnets.
"Looks like she likes us better. I guarantee this one will be ours." Enki smirked, as did the rest of the clan.
Sunny looked pissed but shut her mouth so she wouldn't say something that would ruin her clan. Enki held all the power and his clan could destroy the others with ease.
"Lucius told me a bit about you. You're warriors, spies, assassins, bounty hunters, the like. What do each of you specialize in?" I asked the Death Clan.
"I am a warrior and the ruler, Agrona, Acantha, and Ahriman warriors as well. Megaera is an assassin, Nyx is a Black Arts teacher and duelist. Odin and Perseus are experimenters, Odin with rituals, Perseus with spell creation and potions; Rajina is a spy and strategist. My skills are necromancy, shadow magic, and Mind Arts; Agrona Dark Arts, Acantha Destruction, Ahriman is an elemental mage, Megaera a temptress and killer. The rest are obvious. What are your skills?"
"I can predict people's reactions if I say or do something, before I say a word or do anything. I just get people, like I see into their mind, and can manipulate it. I'm intelligent but I chalk it up to reading and wanting to learn. I have control of my magic, especially for murder and torture. My curses are a need to murder and if I don't I lose control, and something takes over. I need to torture my victims. I am very violent and sadistic, but I know how to cover my tracks, and everything us premeditated. I only kill horrible people, though, and Muggles. I am the Flames of Hell killer." I told them. "I'm at 36 kills now. I have to kill every week to stop me from snapping."
"So… you are a mind mage and very instinctual. A murderer dependent on killing and torturing to live, with psychosis, but you are a planner. You have no remorse. You'd make a great warrior and assassin, even an interrogator and torturer. You belong with us, child." Enki summarized. "Sunny, Aella… how do you feel about giving this one up and just having you tutor her? It's clear she'll be one of us. I wish to adopt her straight away."
"Yeah. She's definitely not Light. I doubt I could change that." Sunny gave me a strained smile. "Though you could use the gift of Healing and Life magic. Just come over when you want."
"I still want to teach you about our world, unbiased from both sides. I can teach you the ways of creatures, people, and neutral magic. I'd like her to stay over for six months."
"This may be a weird thing to say, but I want to adopt the Grey name, no matter who I pick for a clan. That way I can form groups of friends from everywhere and I won't be expected to be dark or light. I can just be me, whoever that is." I asked.
Aella gave a brilliant smile. "Of course! Enki, mind a double adoption?"
"That would be fine." Enki said after a few minutes. "Eventually, you will add my last name with it, Kiana. The adoption will be on the 30th for me. Aella?"
"Same day. Why don't we change it so each of us gets 6 months in a row with her? That way we can continue teaching her without interruptions and we can form deeper bonds quickly, without uprooting her. We'll plan the lessons so it ends a day before she goes to the other home, then go over to each other's place for a every weekend to make sure she remembers everything we taught her, as you forget more and more if you don't practice it. You can have her first, as she's like you the most, then me, obviously rotating. During Hogwarts we'll spend weekends with her and some of her free blocks for training. In the summer I'll have her the first one and a half months, then you. You can have her the Dark holidays and we'll have her the neutral ones. Kiana, how does that sound?"
"Good, miss." I replied.
"Call me whatever version of mother you want after you are comfortable with that. Aella is fine until then." Aella smiled.
"Same as us." Rajina spoke up.
"I want to be father, straight away." Enki had a no-excuses tone.
"Whatever you want, as long as it isn't demeaning." Pollux said, Adonis nodding.
The Death Clan and Neutral Clan walked with her as did Lucius, The Photios Clan leaving. Then Kiana remembered something.
"Can Draco come with? His form is a saber-tooth tiger. He needs to learn how to control himself, but he's powerful and has so much potential. He doesn't know any other creatures like him so it's hard for him to know about himself. He doesn't even know what creature he is. And Lucius wants to stay with Draco and me." I pleaded.
"Ah… he's quite the rare one. They aren't supposed to exist, but we've found two, one your friend, one a girl named Hermione. She trains with our two clans. We'd be idiots to let those two go… yes, he can come, as well as Lucius. I wouldn't want to separate families; they're everything to us, as we had shitty ones before them." Nyx agreed to it.
"Have you grown attached to our daughter?" Megaera asked Lucius. "You two seem close, and your magic is a very good match…"
"Of course." Lucius smiled at me again. "I'm also the only one who can comfort her. She has night terrors, even worse than nightmares, and flashbacks. She gets panic attacks, so I stay by her at night. I have to hold her and use my magic to calm her down, otherwise she can't sleep."
"It's good you found her. I'm glad you invited us. Anyway, we'll leave you for now to socialize."
Lucius hissed, then grew a delighted smile. "He's back, Kiana. I need to leave, stay with the clans."
"Everyone, we need to cancel. My wife is very sick, I need to leave. I apologize, we'll continue the festivities next week, same time." Lucius yelled.
Everyone but the clans and the Death Eaters left.
"Kiana, we're going to go to our place to make sure you're safe." Rajina grabbed me and we appearated away.
… Voldemort's POV, same day, 4:00 pm
Quirrel had helped me get a body already. I had to do a ritual, killing him in the end, using Amelia Bones as my blood source as the enemy because I needed a body now and Kiana was impossible to track. I modified the ritual so I didn't have my repulsive body that I had when I made my Horcruxes, turning me into me at twenty-five: black hair, neatly styled, silver eyes, aristocratic features, 6 feet tall, lean and muscular.
I used my old manor for a home, until I could set up a base. Suddenly, I heard the pop of Apparation and readied my wand, however, I realized that Lucius and what was left of the Inner Circle as well as the Middle Circle had appeared at once.
"The mark burned. I thought he'd be here. We need to find him… I have quite the story to tell him, something he needs to hear. I've searched for him, wanted to find him… I knew he wasn't gone." It was Lucius, who was clearly honest.
I came out of the shadows. The Inner Circle immediately kneeled, the Middle Circle behind them and following suit.
"Lucius… you have to speak with me?" I asked, my voice less cold than usual, as he clearly had valuable information.
"Privately." Lucius told me.
This increased my curiosity, as it was clear it was both sensitive and vital information, just for me so no possible traitors would hear.
"Everyone, go upstairs, far away from us. Lucius, the sitting room." I ordered immediately.
The Death Eaters obeyed instantly, Lucius moving to the left sitting room that was used for private one-on-one reports. He sat down across from my chair, and I sat down.
"Tell me what you know, all of it." I ordered. "Detailed and honest, like usual. I expect it to be extremely important."
"Kiana Potter is a Verwandeln, my lord. Besides that, she has a need to kill and torture, has no remorse or empathy. She murdered her family. She castrated her uncle piece by piece, slowly. He couldn't move because she broke both kneecaps, as many bones as she could in his feet and hands, as well as his arms. She cut his tongue and teeth out, slowly cut his fingers off. She set a fire in the house, burning every room other than the one where they were. She cooled the fire a bit so they burnt slower and lasted longer, made it smokeless so they couldn't die of smoke inhalation. They were conscious the entire time. She reinforced the house so no one could get in or out. She's killed 36 people, including them, all Muggles. She tortures them first, mutilates them. She leaves no evidence, even the things that can't burn without magic burnt. It's like Fiendfyre, I believe it is it. No other people or houses get damaged. She does it to people who abuse children or have hurt her. Her journals document each one, and she has twenty of them, because she writes about them multiple times each day, long entries, very thorough and detailed. In it she mentions she gets shivers and excited, bliss, and feelings she can't explain. She's the Flames of Hell Killer, Aurors and Muggles are both on the case and have no leads. They wouldn't suspect an eight year old." Lucius told me, sounding excited and proud. "She's obsessed with being extraordinary, powerful, intelligent, strong… nothing is good enough. She's power-hungry, bloodthirsty, sadistic, violent. Because of her curses, she has another powerful gift: she's a mind mage. She understands people well, instinctually, manipulating everyone, as she knows how they'll react to whatever she says or does, to get the result she wants. It's not Seeing because it's not prophecies or the future, just knowing immediately how they act and think."
"You've meet her, become quite close to her if you know all of this." I inferred, it was quite obvious by the amount of personal information he knew about her and the details.
I didn't torture him, knowing he was honest… Lucius never lied to me. He didn't leave anything out: he gave every detail that was important, even minor things, to the best of his ability. He had grown close to the girl instead of killing her right away to see if he could manipulate her.
"I own an orphanage and met her after I inspected it to make sure everything was running smoothly. She came in the orphanage and was going to be in it, but when I found out her name and her creature inheritance that she had, she called it shape-shifting, I talked to her privately to assess the threat. She can shift into anything she wants that she knows what it looks like, even mirroring people. She mocked me with it one time. Anyway, her magic was black, like mine. I noticed it right away and it's intoxicating, extremely powerful. She has a great control on it, practiced doing things with it since age three, but she didn't know everything." Lucius started explaining, knowing he had the potential of being tortured for actually liking the girl and not killing her on sight.
I knew then that Lucius was a potential mate for the girl, and he could definitely turn her, if he hadn't already. And the girl was powerful, perhaps more powerful than me. I didn't kill at her age, I tortured and barely got away with it.
"She had killed her family and made up a story about sleeping over at a friend's house for a week, explaining the duffel bag that she carried, and she saw the house burning so she ran. Her friend's parents had left for a game and she needed to go right away so the killer couldn't get her too, so she attempted to hitch-hike and accidently flagged the night bus. She told us she had no living relatives, which is why she went to and orphanage. Everyone bought it but me. She had a hint of a smile on her face for a couple seconds when she talked about her family's death, and I know how to tell lies from truth… she's an incredible actor, would have fooled me if I didn't know better. She had made herself cry and hyperventilate and made it look like she was terrified, grieving, and upset."
"Go on." I told him.
"She clearly had no idea about her inheritance and the magical world until that day. She didn't know there were more people like her, as her family had called her a freak. She thought it was her name for a while. Anyway, to be a freak, she reasoned, she was abnormal, and because she knew no other magical beings, she assumed that she was the only one. She told me she hated being called that: she views herself as superior to Muggles, and all of them are filth. She considered them freaks and her special, unique. She was excited yet annoyed when she realized there was more people like her: excited because she never had anyone who understood her, and she realized they could; annoyed because unique didn't describe her anymore. She was proud to be a Verwandeln too, because of how rare they are. Anyway, I knew what happened to her, because you have to need to be something more desperately and now you can't survive in your current state, which changes you. She was repeatedly abused: verbally, physically." Lucius stopped there, a barely suppressed fury on his face, his mask slipping. He managed to control himself after two minutes. "Sexually. The brute raped her since she was six. She changed the first day of the rape, unlocking both gifts, and two curses. I believes she suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. She has plenty of flashbacks, every night nightmares… I have to sleep in her bed and hold her for her to sleep at all. She fears touch from men, but because of my magic being so compatible and Draco just being a kid, she doesn't view us as threats and lets us hug her and comfort her. She has anxiety attacks, severe when she wakes up without me there. She barely talks about the rape, except when she's angry or with me when I ask her to. She tries to keep as busy as possible, mind and physically so she can sleep without interruptions. She worries a lot about men doing the same thing to her, so she's constantly on alert, extremely tense except around Draco and me, and refuses to go near a bedroom to do anything or a cupboard when anyone else is in the house. She startles easily and sometimes uses magic where she hears the noise. She almost beheaded my house-elf. She gets angry when the words freak, monster, abnormal or any version of it besides unique or words that are positive, the word normal is always substituted in her speech to mundane."
"She definitely has PTSD and psychosis. She'll unlock another gift at thirteen… for women that are dark, it varies with their interests and skills, but the curse is always extreme lust that needs to be fulfilled by someone compatible… Lucius, you might want to divorce your wife very soon. Judging by what you said, you already are attracted to her, not sexually, but every other way. At thirteen, she will be irresistible to you, same for her." I told him, and he nodded, having looked it up.
"The Death Clan now, for 6 months out of the year, The Neutrals for the other 6… I told them to take her somewhere safe so she doesn't try to find you. She wants to join you. I told her about you, everything I knew, and she talks to the portraits for hours, mainly the Original Inner Circle. She is drawn to the Dark, however, she adopted the Neutral name so she could ally herself with anyone and they wouldn't immediately hate her or love her due to expectations of each side, though she will act as the Perfect Savior. She wants to spy, and she works nonstop every day to learn and grow power, having Draco and I teach her how to act like a pureblood, laws, traditions, how the ministries work, philosophies of each side. She picks it up quickly, spends most of her time reading, killing, or practicing spells, without a wand because she views it as a weakness and unnecessary. I plan on going with her with my son to help her gain power and continue my instructions. Draco is an extremely rare species, thought to be a legend, that the Clans will train with Kiana and a girl named Hermione, because they need to learn control, discipline, and have many capabilities like Kiana. His form is a saber-tooth tiger. He is already powerful, deadly, and a killer. He and Kiana practice battle sequences daily." He told me.
"Bring her to me." I commanded.
I let Lucius apparate, and ten minutes later he returned with an eight-year old girl who immediately kneeled, sapphire eyes delighted. She was in battle robes, all dragon hide and black. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that kept her long hair back, a bit wild and messy, untamable like her fathers, only curly and no frizz. Her bangs were cut straight across and straightened, out of her eyes, with some curls escaping but not interfering. Her skin was tan and with no acne, of course no figure on an eight year old. She was petite and thin but not fragile because of how fit she was. Her face was angular and had sharp lines, not soft or delicate but tough, still feminine though. She looked fierce, wary and on alert, ready for anything. Nothing like I expected. The features didn't belong to Lily Evans or anyone in the Potter family tree, minus the lips that were full like Lily's, and the wild hair that was and was not from the Potter line. She looked like Morgan Le Fey, the actual one, not a made-up story.
"Is this your true form?" I asked.
"I wish. I don't use my true form anymore. I like being my own person, not my parents. This feels natural and right to me. My old body just feels wrong. Always has." She told me.
I got out my wand and she tensed, Lucius on the edge of his seat and looking nervous but ready to act if needed. I used a revealing spell, and she stayed in the same form. She had sensed my magic, her smiled wide and delighted, slightly demented, her eyes even brighter than before. She moved a bit closer to me, unaware of it, and her magic reached out to mine, winding itself around mine. My eyes closed with the feeling of it, power I never dreamed could be a child's, the darkest aura I've felt even out of all my Death Eaters. It felt like I was completely drunk, the bliss extreme and better than a potion. I was getting addicted already, and I tried withdrawing my magic, it fighting me. I looked over to Lucius, who had a similar reaction, though not nearly as much. If Lucius was already compatible and had that reaction, far less than mine… then I would be the best match for her. I panicked slightly and drew away finally. This could not and would not happen. I cannot have attachments, attachments were weaknesses that I thought I had cast out of me with my Horcruxes, but she was bringing it all back.
Suddenly, she whimpered and looked in pain that gradually got worse. A red piece of something inside her, not blood or organs, but some sort of magic, began moving towards me, and she stopped hurting and just watched as it entered me. I felt whole, powerful, energized… then I realized what it meant. She had returned a piece of my soul. She used to be a Horcrux, but not anymore.
"How do you feel?" I asked her, knowing she was hurting. Then I realized that I was feeling concern and panicked more.
"Like something inside me is missing that I had for years. It was attached to me, not mine but someone similar. It was something that felt terrible at first, then felt better and better after I killed the first time, and when I kept killing it made me feel giddy. I don't feel broken, but not good. I used to be over emotional, but now I can control it a bit more. I don't feel as excited. Before I was almost bipolar, I think because of the red thing that was in me. I felt far too much, way too frequently." She replied, like Lucius with the details, but this was important. I would feel again. I knew I had lost power after I lost my body and I attributed it to that, but I still felt that way until this. Now my magic grew back to how it was at my peak… emotions must fuel spells, which makes power. The more emotion, the more magic. So, would the girl be far weaker?
"Do you feel weak? Like you lost power?" I had to know this.
"Yes and no. Different. Like I need to adjust. I imagine I'll be better with my impulsiveness and be able to think more before I jump into things, but I'll need to keep practicing and work harder to get back to where I was. So a huge leap forward in one area and a huge leap backward in another." She explained.
So I'd need to watch my emotions and how I handle things, so I lost a bit of logic and will have to balance both, though the power made it worth it. I'd have to have Lucius study her for more differences. I knew I had to get this girl on my side, to make the prophecy invalid because I knew it would be hard for me to kill her, making me weak, but if I had her as an ally, I'd be stronger because I'd need to protect the girl, fueling my magic with emotion, and therefore, power. I'd have to be cautious simply because I don't want a mate, especially one who's decades younger than me, eight years old currently, and has power over me. However, with her roles and what people expect her to be, her skills and manipulations… she would be the most valuable person to me. I knew I couldn't alienate her by avoiding her and it was foolish to do that. So, I decided to do the thing I hated: wait and see, but take advantage of every opportunity besides the main one.
"I will go with you to your clan to see your training and help you with things you need to cover, set up my own training, and see your progress. I will occasionally have you spend the day over here so you can report to me and get used to the way we work. I plan on marking you when you're out of Hogwarts… you will be an apprentice until then. You will go on missions and raids in disguise and join in, and I will come up with a name. I will have you torture, maim, and murder. Your missions are to gather the most powerful followers secretly, making them loyal to you; make connections at the balls and with your clans; and get into any House but Slytherin, acting as if you are the Perfect Savior. You will pretend to be on Dumbledore's side while being a spy for me: telling me everything, even minor details; getting the Light to trust you. You will pretend to be the hero and fake friendships with people you despise. I will disguise your aura and make it light. Adopt the Grey name… I think Ravenclaw would be the best house because you can get many followers while seeming like you just want friends and unity. No one will know what to expect. You will act innocent and sweet, naïve, brave, friendly but shy. You will leave to kill and cover your tracks as usual, and no one can know. I'll put a concealing spell on your journals so no one can read them. You can keep looking like this and say it's your favorite form, and I will come up with one, much older, for you to use around my death eaters and any public appearance as my apprentice, or anywhere by me except when we are completely alone." I told her.
"Yes, my lord." She obeyed, replying as she should, giving me a thrill that a powerful girl with huge potential bowed and was subservient only to me. Dumbledore won't know what hit him. I would be the last one standing.
A/N:
Last thing: This is 27 pages and I've worked on it for about 24 hours (12 hours each day). So review, please if you like it/love it, favorite, follow… be nice, please. I love this fiction, hope you did too. SO please review… please.
Aella might be the name of the character, however, she is not me. Her power is storms: her name means whirlwind and it's awesome, which is why I adopted the name on the internet.
-Aella Rosalina
