hey all! this is my first HP fic! so let me know what you think and if i should carry on, no flames! could likly become an M! JJ xoxo
I stand in my room; the largeness of it never fails to astound me, as I pack my things into a simple case, with an endless spell on it. I jump as a voice behind me says "mistress shouldn't be doing that, that's Rumor's job." I smile to the house elf and turn to her "you do too much as it is! I can pack a case you know." She just nods lightly "Rumor knows mistress." We share a small knowing smile, but mine dies at the sound of voices "Rumor, who's here?" she just tilts her head and answers "men from the ministry, teachers from Hogwarts and a taking hat!" I grin ear to ear "thank you Rumor!" with a kiss on her cheek then and practically fly out the room and down the large spiral staircase.
Just before I reach the study I right myself, brushing down my robes and calming my breathing. I take a large nervous breath as I open the door and walk in seamlessly, all eyes suddenly to me "Ah, Storie my dear, come here!" my mother calls, the image of me, both our skin a clay white, hair almost ebony with amber lining, neither of us tall, but curved, all but my lips and eyes, that have a vibrant green, almost glowing way about them, my lips a blood red stain, where hers are petal coated.
There's one more thing my mother and I share, a black and grey, silver lined crest on our upper right forearm. The image of a plain, cross, shield, with a key attached at the top by a chain, dangling to the centre and large fabulous wings that flutter are burned onto the armour sides. The Keywing Family crest.
I smile to our guests and some smile back "yes mother?" she just looks at me blankly and asks "are you sure about this?" I nod and answer "this is what I want mother, what I have to do." She smiles proudly and looks to the people in the room "Storie this is Professor McGonagall, she will be one of your new teachers." I bow lightly and the older woman smiles "a pleasure to meet you my dear, shall we proceed?" I nod again, not wanting to show too much excitement in front of my mother.
The hat is placed on my head and starts speaking "aaahh, now let's see what we have here. Hum...yes, this is a hard one, lots of things going on in here!" I close my eyes and pray "lots of traits, lots of skills" but then my prayer is answered "I see now, yes... Slytherin!" I let out a breath of relief, knowing my mother would be less than pleased if it be anything else. People start clapping around me and I smile up at them and my new teacher, who hands me an envelope and smiles "welcome to Hogwarts Miss Storie Keywing." I nod my thanks and take the letter eagerly.
I stand before my mirror now, dressed in muggle jeans, trainers, white vest and a dull green cardigan. I turn at hearing some giggling only to find my mother, in her glorious dress robes "you look ridiculous, finish up the coach will be here soon to take you to the station!" before she leaves I stop her "actually mother, I'm going on my broom!" she mealy nods and says, pointing to the bed "don't forget to take that with you!" she doesn't wait for my nod, just leaves me. I turn to my bed where she'd pointed and smile to the black and white spotted cat that hisses after her "shush Scribble! She'll hear you." And he does, just goes back to laying and watching me.
I look back onto the mirror and smile mischievously, with a flick of my white wooden wand my waist long straight hair is shoulder length and thickly curled, with a side swept fringe and well placed green streaks. I turn to Scribble and ask "what do you think?" he purrs lightly and I nod "I agree!" and smile back at myself through the mirror. After that I put Scribble in his cage and then my bag, knowing he'll be fine because of the enchantment, then jump onto my broom and head off to the house of Serious Black.
As I open the door to the Black house, only to find Serious Black hugging a young boy with glasses. As he sees me he smiles and breaks from him "Storie!" he shouts and runs to me, twirling me around "I've missed you so!" I smile up at him "I missed you to!" he cups my cheek and says "my, just look at you." Then turns to the others in the room, Remus Lupin barging past and hugging me tightly "it's good to see you my girl!" I then look to the others in the room as Serious says "Storie, I'll like you to meet the order! Molly and Arthur Weasley, their children Fred, George, Ginny and Ron, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, everyone else you know." I nod and wave happily "nice to meet you, do I smell bacon?" and hurry past them to the kitchen
As we eat I let out Scribble and he starts to gorge on the food Mrs Weasley gives him, as they speak of Fudge and what he's been up to I say "he needs a good kick into reality, hiding behind fear won't do him much good when you know who starts breaking all the toys on the playground!" Serious takes my hand as he speaks of the gatherings both sides have started. I can only smile as Harry says he wishes to join the fight and punch a fist into the air "order – 1, normal – 0" coursing a few giggles and laughs, but a stern glare from Mrs Weasley.
Later that night I sit in the old living room, Scribbles curled up by the fireplace "so, anything new I should know about?" I shake my head at the voice behind me "no, she's been more cautious since she found me listing last time." The voice holder comes round with his wand in hand and says "would you like me to...?" I smile up at the curly haired man and nod "please." I turn on to my stomach on the worn leather couch, pulling my night shirt over my head, leaving me in my knickers.
I watch as he pulls up a stool next to me and lightly traces my back "these don't seem as bad." I smile and say "Rumor made sure they wouldn't get infected, but mother wouldn't allow her anything else." He nods solemnly and I flinch as he touches one of the newest scars "I'm sorry!" I give a ghost of a smile and nod "don't worry, its fine." He gently scrawls his wand over the torn flesh, healing it the best he can until I breathe a sigh of relief. He moves back and asks, handing me my shirt "how's that? Better?" I smile and nod "first time there's been no pain for days. Thank you Serious." He nods and after I pull the shirt over my head he pulls me to him and I rest comfortably on his chest, rapping my arm around him as he hold me "I'm so tired, why am I always so tired?" he just kisses me lightly on the head "because you don't get enough rest, sleep now. Your safe, I'm here." not seeing his tears for me, I mealy nod into his chest, resting peacefully for the first time in months.
The next day, after Harry's trial we all wait to meet him outside the station, hearing the good news from Mr Weasley. I lean against the wall as the blond girl come up to me "um...hello!" I smile and raise my brows up then down as she continues "your Storie right? As in Storie Keywing?" I nod and say "that's correct... and you're Hermione Granger, the brightest young witch of the century and one of two best friends of the boy who lived! Why?" she just looks at me sceptically and says "well the Keywing's are known never to attend magic school, but be home schooled as well as being unofficial supporters of you know who! My question is why you are here and why now?" I look her dead in the eyes and say "just because you can read a book on my family history and memorise my name doesn't mean you know anything about me! I'm here because I want to be." I push off the wall and take my case and Scribbles cage "don't you dare judge me for actions I had no part in, I'm not my family!"I storm off leaving the girl with an open mouth guilty expression.
When Harry finally arrives we head into the station and the twins come up to me "don't mind Hermione." And the other says "she's just protective" and then they say together "we've got your back!" I smile and nod "thanks boys." Just then a black dog walks past and I smile. I run up to the covered guarded room and wait as he comes out in just a long coat I stand at attention, all eyes of our companions on us he walks up and hugs me tightly "you keep safe, I'll write you" I nod as he pulls away, kissing the top of my head lightly and then he's gone. As I walk to the platform all those eyes of questions staring after me.
The train ride is quite, I manage to get a seat to myself, but then I see a familiar looking boy, who looks too much like his father, to beautiful for the darkness in them. As I stare out the window a voice asks "mind if I join you?" I look up at the nervous voice and nod weakly; he sits and says "I'm Draco Malfoy." I go back to staring out the window as I say "I know, I'm Storie. If you make one joke and I'll hex you!" he just smiles light "yes because Draco is so much better!" I laugh with him as he asks "I've never seen you at school before and you're not young enough to be a first year, so why are you on this train?" I smile at him and answer honestly "I've been home schooled and finally convinced mother to let me come to Hogwarts, according to that hat I'm in Slytherin." He smiles brightly and says "so am I!" but then two boys shout him over "Draco!" and he sighs "I have to go, but I'll see you around, yes?" I nod lightly "so it would seem." watching him leave.
However as he returns to his friends my smile dies, I know that walk, tying to make sure that the material doesn't rub on the tender abused flesh, and as he reaches them his attitude turns cold and cruel as he talks of Harry Potter and his friends, the word mudblood falls from his lips and I cant help my frown, I hate that word.
I see that he has yet to realize who I am, a Keywing, a pureblood death eater child just like him, pretending to the world because you have no one else to turn to, I was him once, the child who just wanted to be wanted, so you act like they do, do what they expect and keep everything true inside, because you don't know any other way, because their your family and all you want is for them to love you. I was lucky, I found redemption and freedom in arms of a man, my best friend, Serious Black, who changed my life with one letter, who saved my soul with his words and helped me become everything I ever wanted, not a Deatheater, or pureblood or Keywing, ...but just a girl.