Crystal: This may as well be the oddest fic you will ever read. The idea came to me while watching Rurouni Kenshin one day. This idea has always appealed to me, and now I am finally putting it down on paper for the world to see. It may really suck, but that's your opinion, isn't it my friend.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, but NOW I own all five books. The character Cahira Zeva Aiden is my character and is not allowed to be used. She is not based on a real person in any circumstances. Yes, this is boring, but it's important. So you can't sue me. I also do own the people who you do not recognize, so they are mine. No stealing please.
Crystal: With that all done and said, here is the Prologue of 'The Blade of a Sword.'
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Her hand moved to her side, un-sheathing the sword with a click of her thumb. Sliding it out, she placed it in front of herself using her right hand, holding it in a very strait line. Gliding her left index finger and thumb down the blade, she curled it to the side, holding it vertically in front of her, so her body was divided in two equal halves.
Opening her eyes quickly, she twisted the sword to the right, bringing it back and clamping it with her left hand. Narrowing her eyes, she charged at an unknown target, her black hair barely visible at the speed. Slowing herself, she swerved the sword back to the right, bringing it over to the left once more near the ground and making a clean slice. The opponents dropped to the ground, and she turned, sheathing her sword in the process. Her eyes held strait, she walked back to her original stance.
"Very good, Lady Cahira" a raspy voice said, and the girls head shot over, her eyes relaxing.
"Master Keiji" the girls' voice was soft and beautiful, as was her features. She was dressed in a haori, otherwise what a Japanese Priestess would wear. It was a pair of red pants which were baggy and flared at the bottom. The top was louse and white, going down to her wrists in scoops. It was stitched with red, and she wore nothing on her feet, at the moment. She bowed to her knees, her sword hanging lightly at her side in its sheath. (A/N So, it looks like Kikyo's robes that she always wears in Inu-Yasha. That's exactly what it looks like, except she has a sword sheath with it. The shoes are the same too.) "Thank you, Master Keiji."
"You may stand" the man said, but the girl shook her head.
"I would rather stay this way, for it represents my gratitude, Master Keiji" the girl said. The man nodded.
"Then lift your head, Lady Cahira" the man said, and the girl did. She had beautiful ebony hair, with bangs gliding to right above her eyes, with two framing her ears. The rest of her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. (A/N So, it looks like Sango's hair from Inu-Yasha) She had beautiful eyes of amethyst blue, and pure skin of ivory. She was no more then the age of 16.
"Master, I did not know you were coming to visit me" Cahira said.
"It is not a far travel, if you have permission" the man said. "Please come and walk with me, Cahira" the man said. The girl said, slipping into her black sandals, and taking a step onto wood. The man was about two heads shorter then herself, with white hair and beard. His hair was tied back, and he had squinted eyes of black. He wore a dark blue haori, but he had no weapon. He led her down through the wooden hallway, until they reached where the walls turned into castle.
"Why are we going into the castle, Master Keiji?" Cahira asked, but her master did not reply. She nodded in understandance. They began down a spiral, rock, staircase, till they came to cool marble floor. Unlocking a large wooden door, they stepped out into a white hallway. The door was concealed behind a large painting of Cahira, but with her hair down, reaching to about five inches below her shoulders and held with a white bow. (A/N The clothes in the picture look just like Sango's travel clothes, but I'll describe them anyway.)
Herself in the picture was wearing a green skirt that went to mid calf, with a two inch pink border at the bottom. Underneath it she was wearing black, skin tight pants that went to right above her ankles, and she was wearing the same sandals. Her shirt was like that of a haori, but not as loose, more skin tight. It was light pink, with a square of dark pink at the top, and dark pink going from the elbow to the wrist. Below the haori top were black arm covers, which reached like a glove to her hand, going off in a triangle at each of her index fingers, all of her fingers showing. A blue band was wrapped around each of her wrists. She had a blue, bandana print scarf around her shoulders, hanging loosely. She had her sword out and hanging over her back.
The picture was of her sitting on a tree stump, a field in the back round. Cahira found it rather embarrassing that a picture of her was hanging over the entrance to the tower that she lived in. Wouldn't people get suspicious?
The portrait stood out among the others, for one, it was the largest and most colorful in the hall. For two, it was of something that had no line of interest in this world. And for three, it wasn't moving. All the other portraits had moving people in them, except that one. Her master began to pick up pace, and she picked hers up too.
They were soon standing in front of two large doors, and Master Keiji pushed them open. Cahira followed him in, and saw a group of people sitting behind a long table at the front of the room.
Master Keiji stopped, and pushed Cahira with his eyes to the front. Cahira had learned to swallow pride and orders over fear and shallowness. She took easy strides toward the front, her head held high, and her eyes trained forth. At the front of the room, she fell to her knees gracefully.
"Cahira" the man in the middle said. He knew it would be no use to ask her to stand, so he didn't bother. "My child, you came to us at the beginning of July, just a while after school was let out. Now it is nearing the end of August, and we have no clue as to where we will keep you during the school year."
"But Master Dumbledore, you must let me stay. I have nowhere to go" Cahira said, her voice starting to edge with panic. "I can't go back, and you must understand this" Cahira pleaded.
"Lady Cahira!" Master Keiji's voice echoed through the hall, as he approached. "You have learned more then to grovel. Stand up and show your pride" Master Keiji said. Cahira stood, wiping her face from any water that had escaped.
"Master Dumbledore, if I keep my presence un-noticed by the students, am I willing to stay?" Cahira asked.
"Even so, how will you eat? Students will notice if a teacher is gone every meal all year" Dumbledore said. He is just making it more difficult Cahira thought.
"Then is there any other way?" Cahira asked.
"Yes, one" Dumbledore said. Cahira's eye's shined with hope. "You must teach a self defense class in your tower, and you are free to walk around the castle. I ask of you not to change any of your current standings in your living. We will be announcing the class in two days, the beginning of school. Until then, you may find yourself getting ready" Dumbledore said.
"Thank you sir, I will not let you down" Cahira bowed.
"You may leave" Dumbledore said, and Cahira bowed again, before following her master back to the tower.
"Albus, is it wise to have someone so young be teaching the students?" Minerva McGonagall asked.
"Yes, it is her only hope. To keep her safe" Dumbledore began, "And others."
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Crystal: I used Sango's clothing because I love it and I think it will fit very well. I also used her hair style because I planned on her hair being black from the beginning. I think it is progressing slowly, and to tell you, this story is not 'Harry' centered. It is Cahira centered, all about her story, and why she must stay at Hogwarts. Yes, she is at Hogwarts. Hiding in Hogwarts, in fact. Opps, I have given to much information away already. I will try and get the new chapter up, I just need peoples feed back. Do you like it? Does it suck? Would you rather cut your arm off and through it at me rather then read the next chapter?
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