Chapter One
Pansy flew above the forbidden forest and touched down in the middle of it,
looking around in silence. She felt a small shiver of fear race through her but stilled it
instantly. The Dark Lord had summoned her here a half an hour ago, and she hoped
desperately she wasn't too late. Pansy frowned looking around the vast forest, and
tried not to feel uncomfortable around the dark trees, which seemed to look at her
disapprovingly.
That's nonsense Pansy. Trees can't look at you disapprovingly. Besides, you have other
things to worry about. Such as the dark Lord's displeasure if your late. Pansy scolded
herself firmly.
Becoming aware of another presence, Pansy stiffened her hands automatically gripping
Her wand.
"Who's there?" She called out sharply and hoped it wasn't the dark lord she had spoken
to disrespectfully. Her eyes scanned the forest and just as she was about to cast a
point me spell someone spoke.
"Parkinson," A silky voice, that reminded Pansy of her head of house spat hatefully and
Nia Jones a seventh year half blood stepped out from behind a tree.
Pansy looked at her disdainfully, before smirking slightly. The girl wouldn't be so
vain if she had any idea that the dark lord was even now on his way.
"Jones, you might want to leave, the forest isn't to friendly for silly girls caught out at
night. Especially half bloods." Pansy said scornfully and Jones stared at her hatefully.
"Sorry, I don't take advice from scum." Nia said equally scornful. She had come out here
to simply get away from the castle, the screams of the small first, second and third years
that haunted her, consuming her mind. Images danced in her head of her parents being
tortured, and killed. When she saw Pansy, it was all she could do not to use the cructias
knowing that if she did, her mother wouldn't be proud of her.
Still her blood called for revenge, and Pansy was a death eater. She closed her
eyes slightly as an image of her mother assaulted her.
Nia didn't want to admit it but she was scared. As she looked at the beautiful red train
that came to take her to school she looked up at her mother for reassurance. Her mother
had wild curly blonde hair that reached her shoulder. smooth pale skinned, and beautiful
hazel eyes. She squeezed her mothers hand, and Emily sensing her daughter's
hesitation smiled encouragingly and kneeled down to look her daughter in the eye.
"Sweetie, when you get to Howgarts don't be nervous. You go in there and try your
hardest, have fun, and above all else remember to always be you."
Nia smiled back, and boarded the train. She waved at her mother before walking to a
compartment and settling in. Letting her owl out the cage she gave Ever an owl treat.
Once he was settled comfortably on her shoulder she reached up and affectionately
petted the owl.
"Guess it's just me and you for now huh Ever?" She asked softly and the owl nipped her
finger, and hooted as if in agreement. Nia laughed softly and looked at the window as
the train started to move.
She came out of the memory and glared with renewed anger at Parkinson. It was her,
and people like her that killed her mother, and allowed Voldermort to come back. She
was so innocent then, and she could barely reconcile the girl she was then, to the
person she was now. She had changed so much over the years, and even more
drastically since Dumbledore, and her parents deaths.
She hoped, that wherever Harry and his friends were, they were getting prepared
to beat Voldermort.
She could feel the raw anger surging through her, and knew she was going to
have yet another case of accidental magic. She took a deep breath hoping to calm down
but her magic was fighting against her hoping to lash out. The wind whipped fiercely
blowing her blonde hair around her face and she frowned confused. This wasn't her
magic. It felt to raw, to ancient.
Pansy felt the ground giving out around her, and she reached out to find
something to hold on to.
Nia came awake with a groan. She closed her eyes quickly, the bright sunlight
hurting them. She slowly started to remember events of the previous night, or nights.
How long had she been unconscious? She jerked up, the last traces of sleep gone as she
looked around at her surroundings. She frowned as she looked at the vast hills around
her, and her gaze drifted coming to a stop at the crumbled heap on the ground less than
four feet away from her. It was Parkinson.
She sat back down, her wand still in her hand and tried to figure out what to do.
Parkinson didn't look to good, but Nia couldn't find it in herself to actually care. She
could clearly see the dark mark on Parkinson smooth milky skin, where the girls
robe had lifted up enough to reveal her arm. This only confirmed what Nia already knew.
She wasn't sure if she should wait until Parkinson woke up. She would have already
aparated away, but the ministry was guarding people's wands much to closely, and
Nia was sure the moment she did, death eaters might descend on her quickly.
She was a Ravenclaw, and even before she had heard rumors about Voldermort
rising to power she had taken delight in reading every spellbook in library and dueled
with her father a lot for fun. At this point she really didn't want to try her luck against a
death eater, unless she had to. Certainly not against more than one, she was nowhere
near good enough to actually duel against death eaters. Well, at least not the more
experienced ones, she could probably take Parkinson if she had to.
Sighing ruefully, she got up and walked to the top of the hill and looked down.
She didn't know where she was, other than the being on top of a very, very high hill.
That information was less than useless, considering how many hills there were in the
world. Was she even in Scotland anymore?
She stiffened as she heard something growl behind her. Turning swiftly her eyes
as she took in some mutilated form of a wolf. It's amber eyes narrowed, and drool
dropped from it's slightly opened mouth.
She screamed as it lunged at her, knowing she couldn't raise her wand fast
enough to stop it.