"Broken"
Sight: Allura
Library, Crawford Castle
Scotland
2005
The company stared in shock, there standing before them was the woman they all sought, Ginny. She was beautiful, in a lifeless and cold way. It registered in their minds that she was apathetic about this reunion. All they could think was, "Why?"
"Ginny?"
"Ginny no longer exists."
"Wha? What do you mean?" The one called, 'Ron', stepped foreward. "Gin, we have been searching for you for three years. We've been trying so hard to find you. We thought Voldemort kidnapped you."
Lur stood there, stoically taking it all in, never speaking a word. "There is no more Ginny; she died a long time ago."
The woman stepped foreward, "Can you tell us who you are, then?"
Lur merely inclined her head slightly. "I am called 'Allura Lindsay'. I am the Commander-at-arms to Lord Kiran Stokes. I will give you the same answer I gave Riddle, when he apporached us for help. Your war has naught to do with us. The Dark Ones have nothing to gain from helping either side, so it is not for us to join you."
The woman gasped in shock. "Commander? How long?"
"Three years." Because she was bored, Lur retrieved one of her smaller knives and began examining it.
"Why didn't you come back to us, Allura?" This entreaty came from the Warrior.
"You", pointing the dagger to each of the company, "did not want your fair Ginny after her supposed betrayal, nor would you have accepted her birthright, so for all concerned, she left."
"Birthright?" The woman latched onto that clue, quickly.
"I am a Vampyr, a child born solely for the night. I started to develop magickally much earlier than anyone my Lord has ever met, and I was powerful. More so, beyond even Riddle's dreams. I am bound to protect and serve my master and his. I serve Darkness, and we, in turn, serve Fire." She explained since the company was dumbfounded and has once again lost thier voices.
The Warrior walked slowly forward, and was watched by not only his company but also by my masters as well. "Allura, do you know my name?"
"No, I do not. You are familar, but then all of you are. I have not met you before." It was not spite that made her say this, it was truth, she knew names but not faces from her former life, nothing beyond the names and a few traits.
"My name is Harry Potter. You and I were once close." His emerald eyes matched those of the Fox and Dragon pendent Lur wore. His eyes seemed to plead with her, for something.
"You lead the opposing side to Riddle. I remember barely from that time. Come you must be hungry. Master, Mistress, is it time we supped?" Lur turned to Kiran and Diana.
"Aye. Come travelers, we shall try to make something to your liking, that is not too much like our own normal feasts." Kiran smiled Micheiviously.
The Company followed after gulping.
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Lur took her normal seat beside her Mistress, the company was allowed to take the seats beside her master and herself, with the Caretakers interspersed throughout. The long table was made of blood-red mahogany, and the place settings were made of silver and ebony. There was very little light in the room besides that which was shed by the moon. A small smile graced her lips, as the one called, 'Ron' knocked over his cup, twice in a row.
"Is there something amiss?" Kiran asked sympathetically.
"There is no real light in here, I am sorry, but it is very hard to see." The woman, sat beside her blonde haired husband, and blinked to grow accustomed to the lack of light.
Diana laughed. "Ahh, then, Kir will you do the--nevermind." She smiled as Lur raised an eyebrow, thereby causing all the torches to light, in the room. "You're showing off, Lur-dear."
Lur merely smirked. "No, I was being economical."
Kiran clapped his hands once and food appeared on the table. As the guests began eating, not realizing, until the first taste that it was not cooked and oozed blood, when bitten, Lur and the others began to laugh, at the faces they made. "Sorry, but we are Vampyrs and prefer our food rare. You may cook yours if you wish, we will not take offense."
"Kiran that was low." This came from a chortling Caretaker, an elf with long, dark, hair and kind eyes, who sat between Charlie Weasley and Ron.
Lur raised her eyebrow and caused flames to erupt in Mira's hair. "Flameskulls unite."
Mira, the elf, merely laughed a tinkling sound, and a raincloud grew over her, before bursting and drowning the flames. "Har, Har. Lur, sprout branches and Leaf." She stuck her tongue out at the Commander, then laughed at the frightened faces around her. "What? Haven't seen a Tryne?"
Lur merely breathed out slightly, causing wind to dry her comrade. "A tryne is a Warlock's Duel, one that is not meant for aught but fun."
Harry's eyes widened, "Fun? You set her on fire?"
"Believe me, that was nothing." Mira came to Lur's defense quickly. "I am an Elf, a dark one, and as such mere wizarding spells cannot hurt me. Do not take offense for Lur, she is onnly playing."
Lur merely rose from her chair, before bowing, then leaving the room.
Mira rounded on Harry, "Was it not enough you broke her three years ago? She was a wreck, when she found her way to our door. She survived your treatment, but paid highly for it, a price none of you would ever think of. None of you deserve her. Be gone, tresartans!" With her voice ringing in the dining hall, Mira left.
Slence descended on the hall once more. Would you all like to know how she came to be here?" It was Diana who spoke, before nodding to her husband to go comfort, the one they thought of as a daughter.
The caretakers who had not been there that day remained while the others left, to finish what they had been working on before Supper.
"Accio Grimore Allura."
&&&&&&&&&&&
"I trust you remember the months before you found her missing? If not allow me to refresh your memory." Taking the golden book, Diana openned it to the first page.
"Crawford Castle
Scotland
2002
I was told to write down my thoughts that trouble me in here, as I cannot explain to Kiran and Diana how I feel, just yet. I haven't spoken since he found out my secret. But then it wasn't the right secret. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been fighting terribly, with each other, with the Order, with Dumbledore, or whoever came across thier path and stupid me, that was normally myself. With Ron and Hermione, I can shrug off their words, but with Harry, I can't. Behind his words, there is always an element of truth, one that I can't escape. I was the one to help Tom into the school; I raised the Basilisk, and harmed everyone in the school. Then there was the time that I fed on some of the Gryffindors, but mostly, I hungered for the Slytherins, thier blood matched my cravings.
Mostly, though this entry is to be about what hurts me so much that I would willingly leave my own house, my family, my friends, and my country to seek refuge among those of my own kind: The Dark Ones. It all began with those fights between the Golden Trio. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to do something, even if I lost everything, including Harry's love. I couldn't standby and watch thier friendship die, each of them would perish slowly without it. So, I used what I am to bring them back together. I staged Vampyr attacks all over England, from London to Home, in Otter St. Catchpole. Mostly, I fed on Full-moons, in keeping with cinematic traditions, a few muggles there, a few wizarding folk here, and the Trio was back to normal, with one addition, the reason for their fights in the first place: Draco Malfoy.
He hadn't done anything wrong, merely fell in lone with Hermione, but because of his father and the work he had done to help Dumbledore, like Snape, becoming a spy, Harry and Ron turned their backs on Hermione, calling her 'Unclean' and sending her soap. Not even Malfoy was that evil. Because of this I stepped up the 'attacks'. I hadn't really hurt anyone, didn't take much of thier blood, only a little sip. But Hermione, in her case, had to be real enough to bind the boys together. I took an entire vile full. She passed out, from the pleasure of the Vampyr's Kiss. But she had seen my face, I knew they would come after me, so I attacked a gnome in the yard. It worked. They, the fueding ones, had banned together, and were going to curse me to hell and back. My mother watched from the porch, I remember her stating over and over that she never realized how much Riddle had changed me, as though Riddle had made me some sort of monster. I was still the same daughter I had been before the Trio of Men found me, but that didn't matter to them all now.
I had gotten up and through the gnome over the wall, like I had always done when told to De-gnome the garden, this time to everyone it seemed barbaric. I could tell they all didn't know what to do with me. I did the only things that came to mind. "So, the Golden Trio is now, a quartet. Good, stay that way. My work is done. Good night, everyone." I was gonna go to sleep, but Harry stepped in front of me, "Where do you think you are going?" His words were snarled. I knew in that instance I had lost him. My Heart shattered, but the worst came when My mother looked me in the eye, calling me an animal and saying she had no daughter. The others agreed with her. After that I just shut down, it was too much. I found myself, in my room, the next day, and I changed it all to an exact replica of hermione's room in her muggle parents' house. I glided into Harry's room and left the ring he had given me for my birthday on his left pinky. I kissed his lips, and whispered, "May you one day know how much I love you."
With that I left, and I wondered, until the sunlight became too painful to move around before nightfall. Finally, I landed on the doorstep of Lord Kiran Stokes, and he welcomed me, giving me a new name and a new life. Ginny had died, and Allura had taken her place. I was a vampyr, one of the best warriors, my Master Kiran had ever seen. For now, that is enough.
As Ever,
Allura Virginia Lindsay
I take it you understand why Mira hates you, now?" Diana asked as she solemnly closed the book.
Sight: Allura
Library, Crawford Castle
Scotland
2005
The company stared in shock, there standing before them was the woman they all sought, Ginny. She was beautiful, in a lifeless and cold way. It registered in their minds that she was apathetic about this reunion. All they could think was, "Why?"
"Ginny?"
"Ginny no longer exists."
"Wha? What do you mean?" The one called, 'Ron', stepped foreward. "Gin, we have been searching for you for three years. We've been trying so hard to find you. We thought Voldemort kidnapped you."
Lur stood there, stoically taking it all in, never speaking a word. "There is no more Ginny; she died a long time ago."
The woman stepped foreward, "Can you tell us who you are, then?"
Lur merely inclined her head slightly. "I am called 'Allura Lindsay'. I am the Commander-at-arms to Lord Kiran Stokes. I will give you the same answer I gave Riddle, when he apporached us for help. Your war has naught to do with us. The Dark Ones have nothing to gain from helping either side, so it is not for us to join you."
The woman gasped in shock. "Commander? How long?"
"Three years." Because she was bored, Lur retrieved one of her smaller knives and began examining it.
"Why didn't you come back to us, Allura?" This entreaty came from the Warrior.
"You", pointing the dagger to each of the company, "did not want your fair Ginny after her supposed betrayal, nor would you have accepted her birthright, so for all concerned, she left."
"Birthright?" The woman latched onto that clue, quickly.
"I am a Vampyr, a child born solely for the night. I started to develop magickally much earlier than anyone my Lord has ever met, and I was powerful. More so, beyond even Riddle's dreams. I am bound to protect and serve my master and his. I serve Darkness, and we, in turn, serve Fire." She explained since the company was dumbfounded and has once again lost thier voices.
The Warrior walked slowly forward, and was watched by not only his company but also by my masters as well. "Allura, do you know my name?"
"No, I do not. You are familar, but then all of you are. I have not met you before." It was not spite that made her say this, it was truth, she knew names but not faces from her former life, nothing beyond the names and a few traits.
"My name is Harry Potter. You and I were once close." His emerald eyes matched those of the Fox and Dragon pendent Lur wore. His eyes seemed to plead with her, for something.
"You lead the opposing side to Riddle. I remember barely from that time. Come you must be hungry. Master, Mistress, is it time we supped?" Lur turned to Kiran and Diana.
"Aye. Come travelers, we shall try to make something to your liking, that is not too much like our own normal feasts." Kiran smiled Micheiviously.
The Company followed after gulping.
&&&&&&&&&&&&
Lur took her normal seat beside her Mistress, the company was allowed to take the seats beside her master and herself, with the Caretakers interspersed throughout. The long table was made of blood-red mahogany, and the place settings were made of silver and ebony. There was very little light in the room besides that which was shed by the moon. A small smile graced her lips, as the one called, 'Ron' knocked over his cup, twice in a row.
"Is there something amiss?" Kiran asked sympathetically.
"There is no real light in here, I am sorry, but it is very hard to see." The woman, sat beside her blonde haired husband, and blinked to grow accustomed to the lack of light.
Diana laughed. "Ahh, then, Kir will you do the--nevermind." She smiled as Lur raised an eyebrow, thereby causing all the torches to light, in the room. "You're showing off, Lur-dear."
Lur merely smirked. "No, I was being economical."
Kiran clapped his hands once and food appeared on the table. As the guests began eating, not realizing, until the first taste that it was not cooked and oozed blood, when bitten, Lur and the others began to laugh, at the faces they made. "Sorry, but we are Vampyrs and prefer our food rare. You may cook yours if you wish, we will not take offense."
"Kiran that was low." This came from a chortling Caretaker, an elf with long, dark, hair and kind eyes, who sat between Charlie Weasley and Ron.
Lur raised her eyebrow and caused flames to erupt in Mira's hair. "Flameskulls unite."
Mira, the elf, merely laughed a tinkling sound, and a raincloud grew over her, before bursting and drowning the flames. "Har, Har. Lur, sprout branches and Leaf." She stuck her tongue out at the Commander, then laughed at the frightened faces around her. "What? Haven't seen a Tryne?"
Lur merely breathed out slightly, causing wind to dry her comrade. "A tryne is a Warlock's Duel, one that is not meant for aught but fun."
Harry's eyes widened, "Fun? You set her on fire?"
"Believe me, that was nothing." Mira came to Lur's defense quickly. "I am an Elf, a dark one, and as such mere wizarding spells cannot hurt me. Do not take offense for Lur, she is onnly playing."
Lur merely rose from her chair, before bowing, then leaving the room.
Mira rounded on Harry, "Was it not enough you broke her three years ago? She was a wreck, when she found her way to our door. She survived your treatment, but paid highly for it, a price none of you would ever think of. None of you deserve her. Be gone, tresartans!" With her voice ringing in the dining hall, Mira left.
Slence descended on the hall once more. Would you all like to know how she came to be here?" It was Diana who spoke, before nodding to her husband to go comfort, the one they thought of as a daughter.
The caretakers who had not been there that day remained while the others left, to finish what they had been working on before Supper.
"Accio Grimore Allura."
&&&&&&&&&&&
"I trust you remember the months before you found her missing? If not allow me to refresh your memory." Taking the golden book, Diana openned it to the first page.
"Crawford Castle
Scotland
2002
I was told to write down my thoughts that trouble me in here, as I cannot explain to Kiran and Diana how I feel, just yet. I haven't spoken since he found out my secret. But then it wasn't the right secret. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been fighting terribly, with each other, with the Order, with Dumbledore, or whoever came across thier path and stupid me, that was normally myself. With Ron and Hermione, I can shrug off their words, but with Harry, I can't. Behind his words, there is always an element of truth, one that I can't escape. I was the one to help Tom into the school; I raised the Basilisk, and harmed everyone in the school. Then there was the time that I fed on some of the Gryffindors, but mostly, I hungered for the Slytherins, thier blood matched my cravings.
Mostly, though this entry is to be about what hurts me so much that I would willingly leave my own house, my family, my friends, and my country to seek refuge among those of my own kind: The Dark Ones. It all began with those fights between the Golden Trio. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to do something, even if I lost everything, including Harry's love. I couldn't standby and watch thier friendship die, each of them would perish slowly without it. So, I used what I am to bring them back together. I staged Vampyr attacks all over England, from London to Home, in Otter St. Catchpole. Mostly, I fed on Full-moons, in keeping with cinematic traditions, a few muggles there, a few wizarding folk here, and the Trio was back to normal, with one addition, the reason for their fights in the first place: Draco Malfoy.
He hadn't done anything wrong, merely fell in lone with Hermione, but because of his father and the work he had done to help Dumbledore, like Snape, becoming a spy, Harry and Ron turned their backs on Hermione, calling her 'Unclean' and sending her soap. Not even Malfoy was that evil. Because of this I stepped up the 'attacks'. I hadn't really hurt anyone, didn't take much of thier blood, only a little sip. But Hermione, in her case, had to be real enough to bind the boys together. I took an entire vile full. She passed out, from the pleasure of the Vampyr's Kiss. But she had seen my face, I knew they would come after me, so I attacked a gnome in the yard. It worked. They, the fueding ones, had banned together, and were going to curse me to hell and back. My mother watched from the porch, I remember her stating over and over that she never realized how much Riddle had changed me, as though Riddle had made me some sort of monster. I was still the same daughter I had been before the Trio of Men found me, but that didn't matter to them all now.
I had gotten up and through the gnome over the wall, like I had always done when told to De-gnome the garden, this time to everyone it seemed barbaric. I could tell they all didn't know what to do with me. I did the only things that came to mind. "So, the Golden Trio is now, a quartet. Good, stay that way. My work is done. Good night, everyone." I was gonna go to sleep, but Harry stepped in front of me, "Where do you think you are going?" His words were snarled. I knew in that instance I had lost him. My Heart shattered, but the worst came when My mother looked me in the eye, calling me an animal and saying she had no daughter. The others agreed with her. After that I just shut down, it was too much. I found myself, in my room, the next day, and I changed it all to an exact replica of hermione's room in her muggle parents' house. I glided into Harry's room and left the ring he had given me for my birthday on his left pinky. I kissed his lips, and whispered, "May you one day know how much I love you."
With that I left, and I wondered, until the sunlight became too painful to move around before nightfall. Finally, I landed on the doorstep of Lord Kiran Stokes, and he welcomed me, giving me a new name and a new life. Ginny had died, and Allura had taken her place. I was a vampyr, one of the best warriors, my Master Kiran had ever seen. For now, that is enough.
As Ever,
Allura Virginia Lindsay
I take it you understand why Mira hates you, now?" Diana asked as she solemnly closed the book.
