Professor Dumbledore was turning away from the hospital when he saw Professor Flitwick pass Professor Snape in the corridor with a stretcher that held a battered, bloodied and broken young girl floating along side him. "What in all of Heaven's name happened to her?" Dumbledore exclaims. "It seems that the Slytherins are taking out their anger on one of their own," Flitwick answers, "and it looks like their anger is occurring more often nowadays. Ah, Madam Pomfrey!" Madam Pomfrey had looked out the door to see what the commotion was then gasps, "Oh dear! Not Serenity again! What'd she slip on this time?" "The Slytherin Blood gang." Flitwick answers. Dumbledore turned bright red in fury then bellows, "SNAPE! GET BACK HERE NOW!" Snape had been well down the corridor, and upon hearing his name bellowed from the hospital wing, he turned around slowly. "Now, what do you want, Dumbledore?" he mutters but nevertheless, he walked very slowly back to the infirmary. "Poppy, how long has this been going on?" Dumbledore asks, still bright red and visibly restraining himself. "Three years." Poppy answers, and Dumbledore turned and an even brighter red. "Can we get Serenity in here so I can fix her up?" she asks motioning to the door. "Of course, Poppy." Dumbledore answers through gritted teeth, and Madam Pomfrey, being the closest, opened the door and she and Flitwick with Dumbledore preceded Snape into the wing. Professors Dumbledore, Flitwick and Snape went into Madam Pomfrey's office to have a discussion while Madam Pomfrey saw to Serenity. "Serenity Silverwing. Third year, muggle-born, Slytherin. Excellent at charms and transfigurations and wonderful at flying but does poorly in participation and doesn't show off at all." Flitwick summarizes, looking at Serenity's record. "Thank you, Flitwick. Now, Serverus, do you have any idea why Serenity has to have an entire filing cabinet just for her medical records?" Dumbledore asks, shaking with pent up rage while looking into the scrying mirror that Madam Pomfrey kept in her office to check in on her patients. Just then, Madam Pomfrey looked into the air exasperated. "Well, she's broken a couple of medical records, I'm sure of that. That and she broke both her wrists and a rib, has bruises galore, cuts and lacerations of all shapes and sizes, not to mention a strained tendon and a badly sprained ankle and that's only the stuff I can see from the outside. And I could use a power boost here for some fine tuning." Madam Pomfrey said with a sigh. "Would you also care to explain why, Severus," Dumbledore calmly starts while touching the mirror, " Serenity is the only Slytherin that has poor grades in all her studies yet seems to excel and has such a medical history at the hands, I'm sure, of her OWN HOUSEMATES?!?!" Dumbledore bellowingly finishes, unable to keep neither his voice nor his temper down while removing his hand from the mirror. "Albus! Will you control yourself!? Serenity needs her rest just as much as Hermione, Ron, and Harry usually do put together, if not more!" Madam Pomfrey scolds, looking at the door to her office. "Of course, Poppy. Serverus, since it seems that you've not enough time to control your house," Dumbledore said, almost able to see Snape flushing from a pale peach to a dark pink, "teaching such a difficult and time-consuming subject such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, I'm afraid, will not be an option." Dumbledore continues and saw that Snape was turning almost the same shade of red that was on his own face earlier. "You now have the time to finish your current duties." Dumbledore finishes, amazingly keeping his voice level. "Poppy, I'll be back in the morning to check on Serenity. Do you think she'll be able to move by then?" Snape storms out of the hospital wing, slamming the doors shut behind him. "Now see here, Albus!" Madam Pomfrey calls into the air, "You're not to ask this girl about anything that happened to her for a week, if that's what you're planning." "No, no, Poppy. I want to. . . " Dumbledore starts but was interrupted by Professor Flitwick. "I'm going to retire now if you've everything in hand?" "Yes. I need to talk with Poppy alone. I'll see you out." Dumbledore answers and follows Flitwick out of Madam Pomfrey's office. "Good night." Flitwick said as he quietly shut the door to the wing and started walking away. "I'm planning on moving her out of Slytherin." Dumbledore tells Madam Pomfrey in a low whisper. Madam Pomfrey gasped at the idea. "But. . . It's never been. . ." Madam Pomfrey stutters. "Has this ever happened before, Poppy?" Dumbledore asks her, gesturing to the unconscious girl. "Why. . ." Madam Pomfrey starts then sighs. "No. . . I guess it hasn't." "Very good. Now then, will she be able to move tomorrow?" Dumbledore asks. "Anytime after lunch." Madam Pomfrey answers still looking at Serenity. "Okay. I'll get her things packed. That should take most of the morning." Dumbledore said with a laugh. "Good night, Poppy." Dumbledore quietly shut the door to the hospital wing and walked to his rooms knowing that tomorrow would be a long day of dodging questions. Serenity woke up late the next morning to find a red-haired boy sleeping in the bed beside hers. How did I get here? was the first of her confused thoughts. She started to sit up but an overwhelming feeling of dizziness forced her back on to the pillows. Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office with a tray of brunch items and headed strait for Serenity's bed. "How are you feeling, Serenity?" Madam Pomfrey asks. "Sore all over and dizzy. How did I get here?" Serenity replies. "Flitwick found you, again, and brought you straight here." Madam Pomfrey answers. Then, moving the tray so that they both could access it contents, asks, "Hungry?" Serenity laughed and graciously accepted the offer. They sat there eating and chatting until Serenity was sure that it was time for lunch. Serenity was contently full for the first time in all her years at Hogwarts. All the other Slytherins had taken what she was going to get. Sure the plates would refill themselves but rarely did she get a single plateful of food at each meal. When Professor Dumbledore walked into the hospital wing, Serenity almost spilt her fruit juice. "Ack! Professor Dumbledore! I didn't know that you were coming!" Serenity squawks out. "You didn't need to. Poppy, can she walk?" Dumbledore quickly asks. He looked as if he'd just had to polish all the trophies in the Trophy Room in one morning. "I don't know. Can you?" Madam Pomfrey asks. "I'll try." Serenity answers, took a deep breath and started to stand up. She set her feet on the floor and pushed herself off the bed to stand up but her right ankle gave way the moment she put pressure on it and she toppled into Madam Pomfrey who deftly caught her and put her back onto the bed. "I guess not." Serenity said with a smile that could have passed for a wince of pain. "Hmmm. . . I have and idea." She quickly adds before the look of disappointment could flash across Dumbledore's face. "Madam Pomfrey, do you have any. . . umm. . . Do you have any crutches?" Madam Pomfrey gave Serenity a look of total incomprehension and she sighed, "I didn't think so. Oh well. It was an idea. . . " Serenity trails off. "WAIT! If you could draw one, I'd probably be able to make one up." Madam Pomfrey suggests. "Oh! Where's my wand? I think I remember dropping it. . . Oh no! My grandfather is going to be so disappointed. . . " Serenity groans and fell on to the pillows. "I was hoping this wouldn't come up 'til a bit later," Dumbledore said looking at the floor while pulling out two pieces of a wand that had a blackish look to it with silver glinting where the wand had been snapped in half. "OH NO! This was my grandfather's! I can't replace it and it won't work as well with mending. I don't think I can afford another." with a single, big tear making a track down her cheek, Serenity started to sob. All the racket, plus the fact that they were coming to see Ron, Hermione and Harry hurried to the door of the hospital wing and came in. Madam Pomfrey calls quickly, "Oh! Hello Harry, Hermione. Ron just woke up. He'll be back momentarily." In a quiet aside, she said, "Albus, would you pull the curtains?" "Yes, Poppy. I'll see you two later." Dumbledore answers nodding to the two students waiting for Ron. "I wonder what a Slytherin would be doing in here." Harry said in a low whisper. "Well, last I checked, Slytherins weren't immune to injuries, now are they?" Hermione retorts. "I can't do this anymore! I just can't go back to Slytherin! Madam Pomfrey can tell you how badly things are for me there. Now I have absolutely no defense against Malfoy and his gang. This wand was all that kept me going! Knowing that my grandpa would be disappointed if I quit just because of some bully." said a tear-choked voice. "I'll draw you a crutch, Madam Pomfrey. I'll need one to get home." the tearful voice said. "That sounds like Serenity." Hermione comments in a low whisper. "Who?" Harry asks. "A Slytherin. I see her every now and then in the library making up a test. No wonder why she never looked happy." Hermione answers. "Shhh, Serenity. You won't have to go back to Slytherin." Dumbledore's comforting voice came through the curtains. "What does he mean by that?" Harry asks in a low whisper. "I think it's time we heard the more truthful explanation of all those medical records." Madam Pomfrey suggests to the girl. Serenity stared at her hands in her lap as Madame Pomfrey seated herself on the bed next to her and Dumbledore settled into an invisible chair. She started at her first day at Hogwarts. "Hey guys! How's it. . . " Ron starts loudly but Hermione and Harry whirl around. "SHHH!" In the next bed, three faces looked aghast at each other as they listened to the account of injuries, explanations and threats. As the girl in the next bed started to falter while reciting the previous evening's events, Ron turned to Harry; "She's put up more than any three of us, including you!" Then three guilty looking faces looked to see the startling visage of Dumbledore towering over them from the suddenly open curtain. "Hello." Dumbledore said looking at each student. His gaze settled on Hermione, "Miss Granger, would you, if you wouldn't mind too terribly, take Miss Silverwing to the Gryffindor, girls dormitory?" Hermione looked at Harry and Ron and Harry and Ron looked back at her with mirrored expressions of surprise. "How long will she be staying, sir?" Hermione asks nervously. "Until graduation." Dumbledore answers quietly, "After what you heard, would you go back anytime soon? She'll stay 'til graduation." He said with a nod. "Yes, sir." Ron said jumping to his feet. "Should we go to Slytherin and pack?" Harry asks and all three grimaced at the thought. Dumbledore looks at them appraisingly then grimaced himself, "No. I've already taken care of that." Harry, Hermione, and Ron all sighed of gracious relief and Dumbledore laughed. "Albus! Professor Snape said you might be here. I wanted to thank you for letting me come and lecture about what goes into wands for the first years. Now what was that other business that you needed me for?" Mr. Ollivander said as he burst into the hospital wing carrying a large case. "Yes, Mr. Ollivander. One moment." Dumbledore calls to wand maker then turns to Harry, Hermione and Ron, "Her bags are just outside the wing. Serenity will be along shortly." The three Gryffindors left and Dumbledore beckoned Mr. Ollivander to come over to Serenity's bed. "This young lady is in need of a new wand." Dumbledore said gesturing to Serenity. Mr. Ollivander immediately started taking Serenity's measurements. "Now why don't I remember you? I remember everyone I've fitted a wand for." Mr. Ollivander said, puzzled. "She was given a wand. From her grandfather to be precise. Plus she's American." Dumbledore answered. "Oh! Well, let me see here. I know I have a wand that would be perfect for you! I always do!" Mr. Ollivander said grabbing his case and was rummaging through it for quite some time before he finally pulled out a wand that had little falcon wings all over it in little rows. "Aha! Here it is! I made it years ago. Ebony, falcon feather, phoenix talon, and unicorn tears. Nine inches. Making it felt right at the time but. . . it's never felt right again. Here. Let's see how it likes you." Mr. Ollivander said, and handed Serenity the wand. The moment the wand touched her fingers the whole room seemed to brighten, and Serenity seemed to cheer up. Dumbledore was so shocked that his air chair collapsed and he hit the floor hard. "Now would you look at that." Dumbledore said in a low, astonished voice, ignoring the pain in his tailbone. "Can I see your grandfather's wand?" Mr. Ollivander perked, looking at Serenity's lap where the wand pieces lay. Serenity hands him the two pieces of her wand with loving care. "Oh my! What a beauty this must have been. Look at the carving!" Mr. Ollivander exclaims to himself, running finger down the feather pattern of the wand. "What would you want for it?" Mr. Ollivander finally asks when his head came up from the examination. "But it's broken." Serenity tells him falteringly. "I collect all kinds of wands! Whether they're broken or not." Mr. Ollivander said. Serenity, convinced of his sincerity, nodded her assent. "Would you consider it a fair trade if I kept this and you kept that one?" Mr. Ollivander asks, looking Serenity in the face. "I would consider it more than fair myself." Mr. Ollivander answers, still looking at the broken wand in his hands. Serenity looks to Dumbledore, "I think your grandfather would agree that you are both getting an equitable deal." He tells her quietly. "Hmm," Mr. Ollivander mumbles, examining the wand. "My word! They're almost exactly the same! Except for the fact that that one," Mr. Ollivander continues, pointing to the wand in Serenity's hands, "has unicorn tears and this one has a pattern that looks like a feather was wrapped around it while that one has little wings." "Madam Pomfrey, I'll make those drawings now." Serenity says, sitting up prouder than she had a few moments ago.
Serenity had quickly, and accurately drawn a "muggle crutch", as Madam Pomfrey put it, in five, nearly precise views; front, back, top, bottom and side. Madam Pomfrey made up a pair of crutches especially for Serenity and was now marveling at the drawing muttering about its practical uses. With her new wand held difficultly in her hand, Serenity crutched her way down the corridor to where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were waiting and, to her amazement, her trunk of books, robes and other items. Dumbledore must have packed them for me. Good thing he did, too, because I am in absolutely NO way going back to Slytherin! Serenity thought vehemently. "Shall we?" Hermione asks turning to lead the way. "By all means, let's." Serenity answers. Serenity walked on Hermione's left side with Harry and Ron lugging her trunk behind them. Hermione lead Serenity though secret passages and hanging portraits in silence. "So," Serenity starts, feeling rather uncomfortable in the prolonged silence, "where will I be staying if I'm not going back to Slytherin?" "You'll be staying with me and the other Gryffindor, third year, girls." Hermione answers, not casting the slightest of sideways glances. "Oh," Serenity said, feeling a triffle put out. "Honestly, Harry. You're not afraid of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named yet you can't even talk to a little Slytherin girl." Hermione mutters, "Honestly. Boys." Serenity had half a mind to tell Hermione that she wasn't little and she could take care of herself but they finally arrived at a portrait of a fat lady in a ridiculously pink dress. "The password's 'Fortuna Major'." Hermione said, half to the portrait and half to Serenity. "You'll need to remember that to get in here when you need to." Hermione continues talking to Serenity. Serenity clambered through the portrait hole only to be greeted by a suddenly silenced Gryffindor common room. Professor McGonagall was standing in front of the fireplace. "Oh! You're here earlier than I expected!" she exclaims, "Lavender. Help Hermione with Serenity's things since Ron and Harry can't go into the girls' dormitories." Lavender; a stoutly build girl, had nothing in common with Serenity's friend except for their name; mowed a path through the common room and moved Serenity's trunk so Harry, who was currently half-way through the hole, could get in to the common room. "Hermione," Lavender grunts, "Would you mind giving me a hand here?" "Here. Let me help." a girl, Katie Bell by name, offers, grabbing the other side of Serenity's trunk. "Thanks." Lavender says, hefting the trunk up with Katie's help. "No problem." Katie replies. Hermione turns on her heel and leads the girls through the room and to a door on the left-hand side of the Gryffindor Tower. Through the door and up a few flights of stairs, they stop at a door that had a plaque on it that read 'Third Years'. "So, this is where I'll be calling home for a while, huh?" Serenity said, entering the round room. "Funny. I don't remember that one being here." Lavender comments, puzzled while pointing a relatively free hand at a four-poster bed, like the others except for the dark green drapes that varied from the others' rich red. "I guess that one must be mine then." Serenity sighs. "Good, 'cause I don't know how much longer I can hold this!" Katie nearly screams. Hermione ran to help with Serenity's trunk. When Katie was sure that Lavender and Hermione could handle everything, she left with Serenity's thanks. Hermione and Lavender lugged the trunk over to the foot of Serenity's green-draped bed and they, too, left the dorm, leaving Serenity there, alone. When Serenity was sure that no one would hear her and she could stop laughing hysterically at the mental pictures of her helpers being swarmed on by the other Gryffindors, she opened the window and called, "BLUEMOON!" She saw the hawk go zooming past her to the Slytherin Tower, then made a tight U-turn back towards her. "Serenity! I thought you were in that retched Slytherin!" Bluemoon said in a panicked chirp. "No. Dumbledore moved me here today. I'll be sitting at the Gryffindor table for a while." Serenity answers trying to soothe the hawk. "Good! Now you won't act like prey anymore!" Bluemoon said. "Does this mean that they're fair game now?" Bluemoon asks. "You're queen of the skies." Serenity answers, smiling wickedly. "Okay, I'll see you when you have mail!" Bluemoon calls as she flies out the window. "Warm thermals!" Serenity calls after the hawk, which responds with a shriek. Serenity grabbed one of the fiction books she always had with her and read.
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Disclaimer: Although it would make me extrememly happy to be the owner of Harry Potter, alas, I only own Serenity Silverwing her sister, Diana Featheredmoon, her aunt, Lauren Blacksun, and her parents, Mr. Steven & Mrs. Kira Serrez, at the moment. I'll be owning more characters later. A note: In case you haven't noticed, the words in italics is when Serenity is talking with her hawk, Bluemoon. The reason behind this is that when she was born, her last name would be a sigle word that discribed an event, since her grandfather's hawk, Silverwing, escaped from its locked cage when she was born. Thus her last name would be Silverwing. Thanks Mom for that wicked cool idea! See y'all in "Chapter Three: Addition and Subtraction"!