Chapter 2: Embrace Your Demons-

Evangeline paced the room visibly nervous. Her long silver hair flowed around her wildly. "Are you sure my lord? I can help... we can take her to a secure location till we have won the war!" the pale woman replied. "NO! Sssshe isss to be my heir! I will let no harm befall my child!" the dark lord, Voldemort, hissed. The fragile woman shook in fear at his cold tone and nodded before bowing and leaving the room. Picking up the bundle of black silk, Evangeline simply waved her fingers and all of her items were packed into two trunks. Resting one hand on her luggage and the other holding the sleeping newborn, Evangeline disappeared in a flash of pixie dust...

"Mommy watch this!" yelled the 7 year old. She had been sent outside to practice levitating objects with her mind. Already quite good at lifting up to 200 pounds with ease, she had been told she needed to practice uprooting a tree and tossing it into another. Evangeline turned to gaze at her daughter's progress. She had only been at it for under an hour and already the trunk was shaking furiously, the roots beginning to pop out of the ground at odd angles. "Thats great Willow! Now try imagining it being tossed into the air and landing into the tree to your right" she called out after her daughter. Willow did as she was told and with a burst of energy the tree did exactly as she had commanded it. The young girl ran to her mother and smiled, her four abnormally long, razor-sharp canine teeth mixed with the tangled mess of her silver hair made her look like the wild, creature of the night that she was. Evangeline gave a small smile and patted her on the head. "Good job my dear, now go practice your elemental gifts again. Mommy needs to go out for a bit. I will return soon. Remember, do not go past the fence and should anyone come into our property..." Evangeline trailed off, waiting for Willow to finish the sentence for her. "...then i am to destroy them at all costs. Only bad people would come here." she said with a toothy grin. "Oh, your father would be so proud dear!" she practically shouted. Kissing her daughter on the cheek, she turned and left, leaving Willow alone in the forest to practice her magic.

Willow danced around in the grass giggling like a maniac as she whisked white flames all around her. When playing with her fire element became a bore, she channeled her wind energy and blew leaves and flowers all around herself, many getting stuck in her untamed hair. When she was beginning to feel tired she used her powers over earth to re-root the tree she had thrown earlier back into its rightful place. She felt a chill run up her spine and somehow she knew that it was grateful. Turning on her heels, Willow ran back to the house, as she could already feel her eyelids closing. Since her and her mother were technically on the run since the Dark Lords's fall, the shed they lived in was lacking in much. The walls were riddled with holes, each corner a host to a rather large spider web. The floors were covered in parts of ceiling that had fallen down. They both slept on an old mattress in the middle of the room. Even though it wasn't much at all, Willow enjoyed it. Through the cracks in the roof she could see the stars very well at night. The mattress was better than sleeping on the floor and she had been thankful that her mother had found it. The spiders did not cause her any harm so they were, to her, decorations. All in all, in Willow's eyes, things could be worse. Climbing onto the mattress and pulling up the covers, willow wondered when her mother would return.

The next morning Willow heard her mother walk through the old wooden door of their 'home'. Running to Evangeline, Willow threw her arms around her waste and hugged her tight before letting go to wipe the sleep from her bright pink eyes. "I'm glad your'e back mom" she said in a tiny voice. "We need to leave. Hurry." her mother's voice was panicked and her eyes were wild. Just then, the side of the shed was blasted to pieces. Willow had been caught in the blast and was thrown across the room into a pile of debris. She winced as she felt a sharp pain shoot up her spine like electricity. She heard her mother shriek in furry. Looking up, Willow saw four large men coming at them, each brandishing a wand. Bursts of neon light shot from the tips, all directed at her mother who was frantically blocking them with her own attacks. "Willow run!" she shouted. As she picked herself up, however, one of the men blocked her mother's spell causing it to redirect and hit Willow right in the chest. Willow could not speak, could barely breath, as she felt deep cuts begin slicing into her pale flesh. As two of the cuts ripped through her chest and back, Willow heard an awful noise. A few more moments into the torture she realized that that awful noise was her screaming. After what felt like ages, her mother handed her a necklace and told her to think of somewhere far, far away. Willow did as she was told, barely clinging onto consciousness, before she felt herself being pulled through a space far too small. When she landed, the air around her was thicker and less pleasant than that of the forest. After a few short seconds Willow succumbed to the darkness and blacked out...

Later that week...

"Albus! Did you hear?" Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, asked as she ran into the headmaster's office. She handed him the latest paper from the Daily Prophet and pointed to one of the articles.

Daily Prophet Exclusive!
Over 100 years ago the world faced a terrible threat- Fae. Being born of very powerful dark magic, these creatures gave the wizarding world quite the scare. The death tolls reached many thousands by Fae hands until they were wiped out to extinction... Or so we thought. Thursday afternoon, Aurors found, fought, and killed a Fae woman in Painsburrow, England. One of the Aurors in question found out the creature's name. She was going by Evangeline Moonstone and was shouting that he-who-must-not-be-named would get his revenge on them for touching her. The brave aurors that took down the beast commented that the woman had a child with her but it escaped before they could capture it. The Ministry of Magic has made it their top priority to find the Fae child but that may prove to be a difficult task. What does all this mean? Are Dark Fae still out there? What does HE have to do with all of this? Are any of us truly safe?

Albus looked up from the article, his face awfully pale. Sighing, he rested his head in the palm of his hands. "That women had a child with her when she was found... do you think it could be coming true? We could be in grave-" Dumbledore raised up a hand to silence her fearful mumbling. "It is quite possible, my dear, that the child still lives. Fae were brilliant creatures. Absolutely fascinating, really. If she did not want the child found than i am most certain she wont be. Fae do not possess the ability to feel emotions properly. That is why they are so dangerously unpredictable. The child could be hidden anywhere in the world now. But if this has anything to do with the prophesy... than that child is much, much more dangerous than any typical Fae being.". With that being said, Dumbledore and Minerva sat in silence, both dwelling on what was to come...

After 3 weeks, willow finally awoke. Adjusting her eyes to the brightness, she found herself to be laying in some kind of bed. Everything was white and she heard noises coming from outside the large door but didn't dare go look, still trying to remember how she got here. When the memories finally did rush back to her she screamed. The men attacking her mother, getting hit by a spell, laying in her blood as she felt more and more cuts appearing and wondering when it would end, her mother's scream as she was tossed through a portal to... here? The door to the room burst open and Willow saw a man and a woman rush towards her. They both were wearing strange white clothing and were looking at her as if she had grown two heads. "Oh dear god! You poor thing, don't worry. Doctor! How is this possible?" the woman was frantically moving about the room. The 'doctor' seemed at a loss for words as he studied a file in close detail. "Excuse me? What am I doing here?" Her voice came out weak and strained from not being used. The woman in the white coat looked at her with what Willow assumed was pity although she wasn't sure why. "Oh dear, you were badly injured. Do you remember what happened?" she asked. Willow weighed her options. If she told anything close to the truth than she would have to listen to the girl's voice even longer and it was already grating on her nerves. They probably thought that she was just some weak, kidnap victim. These were muggles so she would play to their stupidity. "N..no. I.. I don't remember anything." She said as she forced tears to come to her eyes. The woman looked as if her heart broke as she watched Willow. 'Wow they sure are stupid' She thought. "Don't worry dear, we need to make a few calls and then we'll be right back. I promise" She patted Willow on the shoulder reassuringly. Once they were gone, Wilow jumped out of bed. Her whole body was covered in bandages and she was wearing some type of half-clothing made of plastic. "What the hell is this thing?" She said, her voice angry. She needed to get out of here. This was all she could take of muggles and their stupid inventions for today. Ripping off the hospital gown and the bandages Willow ran to the bathroom to see the damage. Looking into the mirror, Willow slowly removed the bandages. When she was finished she looked up, immediately gasping at her reflection. Her whole body was riddled with scars, some of the wounds were so deep that they still had yet to heal. Turning in the mirror Willow was entranced by what she saw. The immense pain that these wounds had brought her was pure torture and now she would forever carry the scars to prove that she had survived such pain. She was a fighter. She had cracked, but she didn't break. She was fearless. These scars would be her reason to fight. Her reason to train to be a great elemental witch, just like she had been doing all these years, and kill her mother's attackers. Yes, she would see to it that they would pay with their meek little lives for taking her mother away from her. A cruel, inhuman smile appeared on her lips and she chuckled darkly at her almost transparent reflection, now riddled with pink stripes. "Hmm they kind of bring out my eyes" She said in between her manic giggling.

Willow wrapped the bed sheet around her body before looking out the window. She was about four floors up from the ground. Willow opened the window and called on her earth element. Within moments the tree she saw below had stretched all the way up to her window. She climbed onto the large branch before shrinking the tree back down with her on it. She patted the tree's side in a thank you before taking off as far away from that place as possible.

11 Years Later...
Willow sat in the dingy house. She was studying another magical textbook, Potions From Around The World, and so far she found it to be quite interesting. She had learned over time that each potion book had different instructions for the same spell all depending on who wrote it. It was fascinating. So far she had probably read, and memorized, well past 300 books on everything from Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Dark Arts, Unforgivable Hexes and Curses- to so much more. She loved the magical world and was thankful that her powerful magical blood made it so she did not need a wand to perform most spells. Since her mother's death, she had also learned that she could speak Parseltongue- the ability to talk to snakes which came in handy a few times. Willow swept her knee-length silver hair over her shoulder as she heard the door open. "Hey Scar! What are you doing in here?! The party is out there!" slurred a tall, muscled older man with sandy blonde hair. He was stumbling while carrying a bottle of Fire Whiskey like it were a baby. Willow laughed at her odd friend...

(flashback)
The storm raged through the night and Willow knew that she needed to find somewhere dry to sleep soon. She had been walking for a week straight and needed rest. Being a half-human had it's perks but even creatures of the night need their occasional beauty sleep. Looking through the heavy rain drops she could see an alley that she had yet to pass through. When she reached halfway down the dark path she heard the scuffling of boots coming towards her. Willow turned to walk back the other direction but instead ran straight into someone's chest. She tried to get away but the stranger seized both her wrists in a death grip and began to laugh. His apparent companion grabbed Willow from behind and began playing with her hair before running his fingers down her side. "Let me go! I won't warn you twice." she said in what she had hoped was a confident voice. The men chuckled darkly voicing what they planned on doing to her. She grimaced at the foul words as her anger spiked. Focusing on the man that held her wrists in place she imagined him being thrown into the brick wall of the alley. She heard an awful crack as his skull shattered and blood sprayed about the ground. The man behind her stopped fumbling with her clothes when this happened. He seemed frozen in fear and confusion. This gave Willow the time she needed to drag her sharp nails down the man's face as she leapt upwards to tear his throat out with her teeth. He made a gargling noise as he collapsed to the floor. Willow was so entranced by the blood that she had yet to notice someone watching from farther down the alley until he whistled. She narrowed her eyes at the sound, preparing to attack, when he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Calm down darlin'. That was quite the show you put on. My names Charlie." He extended a hand to her, she looked at it before glaring back at him. Now that he was closer to her she could see that he was older, probably around 18, with dark blonde hair and piercing black eyes that held a manic glow to them. His hair fell down his shoulders in dirty waves and Willow could see a wand poking out from his shirt pocket. "No need to fear doll, iv'e been lookin' for someone like you. Your'e quite the feisty one eh? Come hangout with me and the boys. If you enjoy a good thrill, that is." He gave her a wink and grinned murderously. Willow thought this over for a moment. She needed to get out of the rain and her feet were sore from walking. If he tried anything she could always kill him and if she was overpowered than what did she really have to live for anyways? Nodding in agreement, they walked a short distance to an old house. The front yard looked long forgotten, and the windows threatened to shatter from the weight of the wind against them. Inside, however, Willow realized what he meant by a 'good thrill'. There were 3 other men standing around the apartment. In the center were two people, a young girl and boy, tied to each other back to back. Their tear stricken faces looked up in hatred as Willow and Charlie walked in. The men gave her curious glances and she realized how crazy she must look, her attacker's blood still dried to her mouth and chest, her silver hair matted from the dirt and rain. "Sorry to keep ya' waitin' boys! Found this little thing in the alley. Believe it or not, I just watched little miss feisty here take on two men in seconds." The other men shifted their feet awkwardly at this announcement and were looking at her with curiosity. "How'd ya' like to stay with us for awhile eh? You could take the spare room and i'll keep ya' safe, not that you need my help or anything. What do ya' say?" he asked, holding out his hand with a trusting smile on his face. That was the night that Willow learned the most important thing about Charlie- her demons played well with his...

Charlie flopped down onto the couch next to Willow and grabbed her hair roughly. She turned her head and barred her fangs at him, her bright pink eyes flickering dangerously. He laughed and swatted her on the shoulder. She simply smirked and closed her book, taking a long sip from the Whiskey bottle, before turning to look at her best friend. "Come on now, you know I like to be fashionably late." she stated. He smiled back at her as she took another large swig. Standing from the couch, Willow headed to her dresser to pull out a grey mini-skirt, knee high black leather boots, and a tight off-the-shoulder long sleeved black shirt. She brushed her hair out till the silver locks lay smooth. "Shall we?" She whispered seductively, batting her eyelashes as she did so. He gave a wild grin and offered her his arm as they entered the main room hand in hand.

Author's Note:

I own nothing that has to do with the Harry Potter series. I only own my characters Willow, Evangeline, and Charlie.

I hope you like the story so far, I am sorry if it is a little too dark but I did warn you in the summery. I promise, however, for lighter things to come... just not anytime soon. Please review and let me know what you like/don't like! (: Thanks for reading- I know this chapter may leave some questions so let me know if I forgot anything or rushed things too much. No, this is not a Charlie/Willow romance they are just really close. I have yet to decide if i'm going to pair her with anyone yet