Disclaimer: The only people I own are Kerenza and her family, anything remotely resembling Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, it is not mine.
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Chapter 1
"No. I refuse!" I said angrily, my waist length white hair flying around me as I whirled on my parents. I was young, especially by Dark Elf standards, but I was at the age for admittance to Hogwarts, "I refuse to go to that…place!" For an eleven year old I knew what I wanted and didn't want.
"Kerenza!" My father barked with narrowed emerald eyes, "You will go, don't you dare argue. This is not up for discussion. You are going for a specific reason, you know very well what you need to do and you will do it without complaint."
Her ice green eyes narrowed, mirroring his, "Father, please. You'll make me change my name too, won't you? DeNan is a known Dark Elf name. I don't want to go by another name." She wasn't begging but it could almost be construed as such.
"Your name will not be changed; I will not lower you to the level of those idiot humans. You will wear your name with pride, just as you always have. You will be disguised; we don't need anyone knowing what you are. Simple charms will work to change your skin tone. Keep your ears covered, if that slips it's alright because they'll just think you're a high elf." He sighed, "Our light cousins aren't any of our concern. They will know you for what you are if you are seen by one but you know our relationship with them." He paused. Yes, I knew that we got along well with them; there wasn't any bad blood between us, contrary to Wizard and Muggle belief, "There isn't much time to prepare, you've gotten your letter already. We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow."
My father was a handsome man, his skin a blackish-purple, deep emerald eyes, and long white hair, falling down to his waist in a thick braid. He dressed in comfortable black and silver clothes, light and flowing. I was dressed in the same colors and in a similar manner except my clothing covered more then his ever thought of covering. I wasn't looking forward to wearing wizard robes. They weren't as comfortable as my everyday clothing and I knew I'd have to wear them tomorrow. Whenever we went to Diagon Alley we wore them, disguising ourselves as High Elves because the humans believed that all Dark Elves were evil. We are dark but that doesn't make us evil. When we went to Knockturn Alley on the other hand we didn't have to worry about it.
"What are the two of you arguing about now?" My mother asked, her long flowing gown trailing behind her as she walked in, her hair was even longer then my father's and was done up in braids, wrapped into an intricate pattern atop her head and down her back. Her clothing was purple and silver, "Well? I'm waiting for an answer."
I sighed, "Hogwarts mother."
She smiled, "Ahhh, yes. I take it that you do not desire to go?"
"No, I don't want to go."
She sighed, "It has already been explained to you why you must. There are things you need to do."
I rolled my eyes, "I know mother and I'll do what I'm supposed to."
"I know you will. You're an intelligent young woman." She said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face, "You'll break hearts." She said with a smile, "Now go get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day for you."
"I've been to Diagon Alley hundreds of times, why is this time so different?" I asked with a sigh.
"Because you're getting your school supplies." My father replied.
My mother sighed, "He's right Kerenza. Go get some sleep, it's getting late." She said, ushering me to my room.
Rolling my eyes I walked into my room, closing the door behind me. My room was comfortable, decorated in black, silver, blue, and purple, my family's colors. The curtains were multiple layers of sheer silk. All the furniture was done in dark cherry wood, intricately carved by Dark and High Elvin crafters. On the north wall, between two windows, sat our family crest. The shield it was on was pure black. Two purple rosebuds flanked one in full bloom in the center with a silver sword, point down, behind it. It was simple yet elegant. Carefully I began to get undressed, the clothing I wore, although delicate looking, was quite strong. I could have just pulled it off but I had been raised to take care of my possessions. After it was put away I slipped on my silken nightgown and crawled into bed, sighing and putting an arm over my face. I was soon unwillingly asleep.
