Title: What Lies Within…
By: An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin
Rated: PG-13, just to be safe. For Language and Suggestive themes
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that's J.K. Rowling's, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. All I own is Genevieve. Hope you enjoy my fanfic!
Plot: Only a magical jewel can stop Voldermort's reign. But when the jewel is broken and sent to the corners of the of the world, only a young girl with a scarred past can find them in time, and must come to except herself in the process.
Dedication: This is to everyone whose felt alone and discriminated. You are not alone and there are people who love you even if you don't know it. Also, a warm thank you to Emily Wallinger, my beta, who's just the best Beta any writer could obtain really she's awesome! (Gives her a bouquet)
Author's Note: Hey, everyone! This is an A/U since our beloved Sirius Black passed away, I still don't believe it, and the information in "Order of the Phoenix" is certainly not mentioned here. Since I know there are people out there who are cheep and will borrow the book from a mate of theirs and block their ears of spoilers. Also, this might be a Mary Sue I don't know I think its kind of fun to write them.
If they annoy you then do not read ahead you hear me? I can't stand people who say they hate my fanfics because the character(s) are/is (a) Mary Sue(s) and I have a gigantic warning that say, "Mary Sue!" Hehe, anyways here's my story and remember every review is like another good kick to my dead wall! Also, if any one knows where I can make spell (there was a website but I forgot) please tell me when you review! This is Harry's sixth year!
Chapter One: The Soul Crystal
A light rain poured upon the small village of Mayfair. The drip drop of the heaven's tears cascaded to Earth to replenish it and keep it alive. An old man, judging by the long white beard and hair, with deep plum robes and black, polished boots roamed the street peering out of half moon spectacles. The man's name was Albus Dumbledore and he was in the Muggle part of Mayfair to talk to a very special friend to help him destroy Lord Voldermort once and for all.
Albus knocked three times firmly on a little secluded cottage its milieu was comfy, home like for the insignificant, poor chums that inhabit most of the dingy streets in England. The wooden, scratched door opened revealing an old woman. She looked at him puzzled for a few seconds until she replied,
"After all these years…has it gotten worse enough for you to need my assistance?"
"My dear, Adeline, it has always been grave enough for your help. Until now I could not pin point your location. How many times have you move?"
"Almost 50. You should never be too carefree with Voldermort and his damn followers, abusing Muggles left and right. I am, after all, your last hope. Need I say more? Well, I do not want you to catch cold come in make yourself useful."
Dumbledore smiled at the woman's approach. She had a tragic history and with the Dark Lord out again it made matters worse. Dumbledore sat in front of the fireplace Adeline offered Dumbledore the usual. Tea, crumpets, and a few not detrimental profanities that simply made the man laugh.
"My dear Adeline. Even though I do enjoy your company we must get to the matter at hand. As you know in Harry's fourth year Voldermort came back to life by the dark potion that used bone of the father, flesh of the servant blood of the enemy and the Priori Incantatem the Reverse Spell and the death of Cedric Diggory. Since the incident Death Eaters have reigned havoc upon the land. Trying to "purify" wizard kind of Muggle-Born, or people who have been born with non-magical parents."
"But I remember correctly when Tom Riddle, or Voldermort, was at Hogwarts about 50 years ago you seemed to have a way with him. You and I are the only ones that Voldermort fear. You, because of the Soul Crystal, and me, because I am the most powerful wizard in the world we have an advantage to him but we cannot figure out what we need to do without your help."
Adeline's aura darkened. She hated the Dark Lord even when he was a mere child. He always rubbed her the wrong way.
"What do you need me to do? I am an old woman whom can barely move her old bones."
"I need you to give me the Soul Crystal so we can put it to good use."
Adeline's brown eyes widen,
"Give you what? I cannot simply give it to you. It is embedded in my very essence, in my soul. Why do you think they gave the crystal the name, "Soul Crystal?" Then only way for me to lash it out of my body is to…"
She became gravely quiet. She lowered her head and with a trembling hand she rubbed her temples. Dumbledore patted her other hand sympathetically,
"I know it is a great burden for me to ask you. You know as well as anybody else I would not ask you this if we had another option, unfortunately, we do not."
Adeline sighed heavily and glanced at her companion. At first glance, it would appear as if she were angry, furious but truth be told she was frighten. What she carried inside of her the sacred powerful and with the crystal in the wrong hands it would jeopardize the human race.
"Fine. But remember; once it comes out of me be careful with the crystal. It is very delicate and if it were to break, all the fragments will travel to the four corners of the world. Understand?"
Dumbledore nodded and Adeline proceeded to a hallway. She glanced at Dumbledore, who was right behind her, and replied,
"Think it wise for you to see what will come next?"
"I would never leave a friend of mine to go through such a thing alone."
Adeline smiled and hugged Dumbledore and walked through the last door in the hall. Behind it showed a winding staircase leading down to the dungeon. Dumbledore waited for her to be ready. After, a few minutes he went down the stairs carefully. Dumbledore gasped.
There in the middle of the room were demons. Deformed creatures were being slain by an old woman whom seemed to glow powerfully. She had an old Samurai kimono and ancient Japanese dress wear. She fought bravely. What seemed like hours were really just minutes but soon all the demons transformed into one huge demon. It took Adeline it it's jaws and soon the room was erupted with light.
The creature was now a statue and so was Adeline. But she no longer resembled an old woman but the beautiful priestess that she was. From her chest was a hole and right in front of the beast was a hovering crystal with swirling light and colours inside. Dumbledore took in gingerly in his hand and into a satin pouch and glanced back at Adeline.
Once he left the house his sky blue eyes did not hold his charismatic twinkle but sadness over the lost of his dear friend. He was about to Apparate back to Hogwarts when he heard soft, quiet footsteps. Dumbledore turned around and took out his wand. Soon three Death Eaters appeared in front of him.
"Give us the crystal old man."
"Eviberate!"
The three men fell down shaking like mad, a Death Eater from Adeline's house appeared and screamed,
"Acio Pouch!"
Dumbledore's pouch with the crystal whooshed to the Death Eater. He chuckled maliciously for a second and was about to curse Dumbledore when a loose floorboard made him slip. The pouch fell and the crystal broke. The pieces suddenly flew up and, at light's speed, flew away to the four corners of the Earth. Dumbledore cursed the remaining Death Eater.
He, unexpectedly, felt very tired and defeated. He was, again, about to Apparate when he noticed someone with an interesting necklace.
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Back at Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore arranged a meeting with all the teachers and staff. The teachers consisted of Professors Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, Filius Flitwick, Andromeda Sinistra, Victoria Vector, Selenia Sprout, and Sybill Trelawney. Argus Filch and Madam Poppy Pomfrey were also there. Sitting next to Lupin was Snuffles who really was Sirius Black, a man who was committed of a false crime of killing 13 Muggles and a Wizard, in disguise. They all heard rumours that Dumbledore was attacked and that what he went to get was stolen soon all the chatter stopped.
Dumbledore came in and sat down. They all noticed that grave look on the old man's face and decided that something was terribly wrong.
"I have gathered you all here to tell you of my mission in Mayfair. I was visiting an old friend, Adeline Songo, who you all know was the keeper of the Soul Crystal. I went there to retrieve it to help us in the war against Voldermort. But complications arose and the jewel was broken and the remains were scattered to the winds. Adeline informed me, before her death, that they would go to the four corners of the world.
That is why I need you all to polish up your Greek, Roman, any civilization's legends and/or philosophies. I placed the Death Eaters whom attacked me in Azkaban. You all think I have come but I have not. I found a young girl who was a servant of Adeline's.
Before she served Adeline the girl was a slave to this rich Wizard who beat, burned, and raped the girl since she was 9 years old. She was beaten with no magic but with Muggle tactics. Fire, dogs, and instruments you name it. But after she ran from there she had an interesting necklace. It was a jewel shard a piece of Adeline's Soul Crystal. Adeline gave the shard to the girl since she was not healing right and the shard has magical properties to it so she never felt pain.
I talked to her as best as I could and found that she knows a little of the crystal, it's origin, and it's destinations but the power of her crystal is draining and her excruciating pain is taking over. I need you, Madam Pomfrey, to take care of her wounds and you, Remus, would you supervise her. Since she has no home at the moment will you be her guardian?"
Remus nodded and Dumbledore heavily got out of his chair and opened the Staff Room's door. In came a small 15-year-old girl with long straight dull, lifeless hair that covered all of her face she was dressed in a simple white dress with fluffy lace at the ends of the sleeves and the trim of the skirt. Dumbledore asked her to walk with him and tell everyone her name. She shook her head no. Dumbledore kept insisting and she raised her head a bit and the left side of her face was exposed. A steel grey eye and bone pale skin could be seen. She mumbled something then Dumbledore said patiently to say her name again and for her to life her head up.
She reluctantly lifted her head up and said a bit more clearly but still hard to understand, "Genevieve." Everyone gasped at seeing her face. The right side of her face and part of her left side were severely burned and was barely recognizable. Her right eye was completely destroyed and only an indentation severed to identify the location of her eye. The right side of her face was a horrible blue, red colour.
The burns extended on part of her nose, half of her mouth making it difficult to talk and a fraction of her left face. They also noticed that her whole neck was in the same condition. She lowers her head and silent tears come out of her eye. Snuffles, sensing the trauma that she was in, trotted over and licked her left hand. She emitted a small scream and hid on the other side of Dumbledore. Dumbledore said that dogs also attacked her when she was in the care of her "master" when she was a slave.
"She is to be cared for and to be taught all the magic that a fifth year is supposed to know but that it will take a while for her to adapt since she was always beaten and she was never let out of her prison. Patience is essential." Dumbledore drew up a chair for her to sit on. Genevieve was hesitant but she finally sat on the chair unaccustomed to the friendliness.
Dumbledore smiled at her and glanced back at the teachers whom felt anger toward the people or person who inflicted all that pain upon Genevieve.
"I suggest, since we are all here, that we talk about improving the strength of the Barriers and the courses for next year any suggestions?"
After half an hour of planning for the next year, Barrier notes, and ways to improve things around the school Dumbledore closed the meeting. Dumbledore said that Remus could take Genevieve back to his room. Another room had been installed a few minutes ago for her to sleep in. Remus and Severus shared an icy glance and Remus took Genevieve to his room. He noticed that she was very anti-social so to speak. She kept her gaze on the floor and kept her face hidden.
"So…do you like it here?"
"It's pretty. Too pretty for me to stay here."
"Nonsense! This is the best place for you to stay in. I promise you that. My name is Remus Lupin and this is my trusted companion, Snuffles."
Genevieve looked up at Remus and with the same saddening expression replied,
"Genevieve." Terrified, she glimpsed at the huge black dog trotting beside Remus.
"He's perfectly safe. He would never bite you."
She jumped at his words and turned away from them. Remus heard her soft sobbing. He gingerly picked her up, noticing she was very thing for her age, and proceeded to take her to her room.
Remus noticed that she only had a small trunk and there were only a few dresses and some accessories. There was also a small dragon shaped pendant in the shape of an S with a black rare stone in the middle and other rare gems that made the dragon sculpture and the jewels light up. Genevieve asked to be put down and she clutched it in her little hand and placed it in the trunk and stood looking at Remus, almost expecting to be ordered to do something. Remus told her that she could make herself at home and that tomorrow he would take her to buy her clothing and her school things.
She nodded and began taking her clothing out of the trunk. He noticed that she kept crying as she unfolded her clothing. Remus's face turned grave and walked out of the room. He noted that "Snuffles" was sitting by the door with a plain, "So-How'd-It-Go?" look. Remus told him that everything was fine and that he was going to take her out to shop. Snuffles nodded his head and peered inside. He saw that Genevieve had fallen asleep on the warm, comfy bed. He walked in as soundlessly as possible and sat near the bed. He noticed, that even asleep, she looked uncomfortable and miserable.
Snuffles transformed into Sirius and tucked Genevieve in. She seemed to relax a bit but she was still stiff and uneasy. He felt a certain right to protect this child. It looked as if she were beaten and mistreated all her life. She needed some fun or something along those lines he thought. He placed some of her old clothes in the trash, since Remus was going to shop with her and he also noticed the dragon pendant. Finally, he was done and went to the door and as he was closing it he glanced once again at the haunting child. Don't worry, he thought, nothing's going to harm you now.
Another Author's Note: Well, there you have it. Some things I got from Kikaider and InuYasha but other than that all mine. Please read and review and no flames. I sincerely do not like them. If you don't like my story then politely stop reading and leave. Simple! (Sighs) Next chapter, China Roses Genevieve goes to Diagon Alley and meets someone she'd rather not have known.
~An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin