1 Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter things. All that I
own is the two new Characters. Also, the plot is mine.
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4 Chapter Two- Everything Changes
The footsteps were still coming slowly toward Sicily. Her heart raced as she saw the handle turn. "This is stupid. Why should I be scared? This is my house, and they don't belong here," she told herself. "This is my house. This is my house…" She chanted this over and over in her head calming her nerves.
The door opened slowly at first then flung open. In the door way stood a small man with beady eyes and a rat-like face. Behind him stood another man, except that he was like no man she'd ever seen before. He had a strange flat face with slits for nostrils and large red eyes with slit- like pupils.
Sicily froze where she was momentarily. They were wizards and the man with the snake-like eyes terrified her to the depths of her soul. Steeling herself against her fears she faced him and took up the guard position with her sword at the ready.
"Who or What are you? And why are you in my house," she said, her voice shaking slightly with suppressed fear and anger.
Her eyes glinted with a hint at the fierce raw anger and power inside her. The man with the horrible face turned and looked at her, a smirk tilting the side of his mouth. Sicily's eyes flicked from the small mouse like man to the obvious leader of the two.
"I asked you a question," Sicily said giving them a look that showed she meant business.
"You shall not talk to my master like that," the beady-eyed man said.
The other man laughed shortly.
"Never mind, Pettigrew. She will shortly know who it is she messes with."
Sicily looked at him. "Whom I'm messing with?" Sicily thought, finding it funny that this man seemed to fancy himself all-powerful.
"I don't give a damn who you are," she said her anger reaching breaking point. "I do care that you're in MY house and seem to be up to no good, however."
"You silly girl. You honestly don't know who I am. I can see that. Otherwise you wouldn't be so careless with your words," said the leader as he pulled out his wand. "I am-"
Sicily couldn't take it anymore. This man had come into her house and was threatening her with a wand? She looked at him her anger snapping and giving her a blast of power.
"I don't care who the Hell you are! Just get out of my house," Sicily said, a magical wind appearing around her tossing her hair.
"A witch. How unexpected. It amazes me that you don't know who I am. How dare you talk to me, Lord Voldemort, in such a way? You will bend to my will and suffer sorely for your petty mistakes, you stupid girl."
Voldemort raised his wand ready to strike, but Sicily lost. No one called her stupid and not in her house. She felt a slight tingle on her spine, as Voldemort tried to make her move at his will. Shaking it off she formed every spell of fighting and weapons that she knew in her head and sent them into her sword.
"You will bow to me before I kill you. You will," said Voldemort.
"I think not," said Sicily as she flung back his magic at him along with all the spells she'd conjured in her mind.
Eight great balls of light formed along her sword and little white daggers that took form and turned silver as they flew through the air were thrown at Voldemort and Pettigrew as Sicily brought her sword up above her head and swung it down in front of her again with a mighty shout of power.
"Anet, alan, havit! Fly straight and true."
Voldemort flew back and slammed into the wall stunned by the power that came from this one girl, but conscious enough to shield himself from the attacks. The balls of light and daggers hit his shield and only bruised him all over. Pettigrew, who never was that good at magic got flung against the wall and fell to the ground where he was hit by one of the great power balls and several daggers. He let out a horrible scream before he vanished in a great sprout of flame, leaving only a small pile of ash behind (A.N: I had to get rid of him. He's evil and he betrayed Lily and James! He's scum and deserved what he got). Sicily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hadn't meant to kill him. She'd never lost control like that before. But she realized she hadn't lost that much control. She'd meant to send those things towards him. She hadn't meant to kill anyone though. She also quickly realized that she hadn't masked it either.
She stood up shaking. She was suddenly terrified. Flashes from old newspapers she'd found in her family's scrapbooks came to mind. She knew who he was. Who he had been had been scary and un-understandable to a little girl. Not just that though. Sicily had used a lot of magic and hadn't masked it. What was I thinking?! Sicily thought fear coursing through her. She knew that the Ministry of Magic kept an eye on magical activity. She'd read about it a thousand times in books before. She'd just sent out a huge amount of magic and it scared it to not know what might happen because of that.
Somewhere upstairs Voldemort moved kicking her sword out of the way. Her heart raced as she frantically searched for a way out of this. Before she could move though, there was the sound of a dozen swishing cloaks as wizards apparated all around her; their wands all pointing straight at her. Terrified, Sicily screamed and ducked sending up a shield of protection around her as she huddled on the floor.
The wizards all appeared to be startled by her scream and the sudden magic shield although she hadn't used a wand to cast it. From the uniform robes that were emblazoned with the mark of an auror on the shoulder, it was obvious that they were Ministry Wizards that had come there because of her magic. Sicily looked up as one of the people spoke.
"What's this?" said a man with a surly look about him and a ghastly scar on his cheek.
"Why, it's only a girl!" A lady with black hair and gray eyes looked down on her with a confused expression. " I thought you said there was very powerful magic here?"
"And there is," said a third voice.
Everyone turned around and looked at the woman who had spoken. She pulled back her cloak to reveal her face.
"But Gabby, you can't possibly mean this girl used that massive amount of magic, can you?" The gray-eyed lady asked her imploringly.
"I'm not sure. But I know she isn't evil," Gabby said, as she bent down close to the girl, just outside of her shield. "I'm Gabriela Giordahn, we're sorry if we gave you a fright," she said to Sicily.
Sicily looked up at her, fear in her eyes, and something else that Gabby couldn't read.
"What's your name?" Gabby asked her in a sweet voice.
"My name is Sicily," she said as she shifted onto her knees, facing Gabby. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Well…"Gabby hesitated."
"Well?"
"We came here because we noticed a large amount of magic happening here. We thought that it was a full grown wizard and possibly a dark one," Gabby said, trying to word her self carefully. "We weren't expecting to find a child here."
Sicily took a sharp breath and felt it get caught in her throat.
"They're here because of me. I've exposed myself," she whispered to herself.
"What?" asked Gabby.
"Nothing," Sicily said standing up suddenly. "You promise you won't harm me in any way? This shield is taking up a lot of energy after what just happened."
She felt safe after her brief conversation with Gabby. She'd read her gently but hadn't sensed any bad vibes or intentions.
"What do you mean?" the lady with the gray eyes spoke up again.
"I mean that, I used all that magic." Sicily said this as she tugged at her sweater straightening it out, nervously.
"But, how is that possible? That was an immense amount of magic. Highly advanced, even I'm not sure how some of it was done."
She seemed flabbergasted. Her doubt of Sicily's abilities started to annoy Sicily and she stopped feeling nervous.
"It is perfectly possible," Sicily said as she looked the lady square in the eye. "I used all of that magic in anger and self defense. If I hadn't been so angry with that man who broke into my house, I would have masked it as well! Arg! Why did that man, Voldemort, have to come into my house and disturb my-?"
At the mention of Voldemort everyone around her had tensed and one of the few women gasped. Gabby kept her head and looked Sicily over once, making sure she wasn't lying.
"You mean to tell me that Voldemort was here? In this house?" she asked Sicily calmly.
"Yes, I do. He actually is still here I think." She looked up at the ceiling. "I heard him in my room upstairs and I projected up there to see who it was. He opened the door to my room when the door on my weapons case creaked."
Everyone around her was frozen in shock at first, but then a man turned and ran upstairs. This sudden movement snapped everyone out of their fear-induced trances. Gabby looked a Sicily, unsure of what to make of her.
"You said you projected," she said trying to piece things together. "Did you mean astral projected? Because, I've never known anyone to be able to do so."
"Yes, I did astral project," Sicily said in response. "It's an ability I've had all my life."
"That's so strange…"
Gabby trailed off, returning to her own thoughts. As she did this a red haired man stepped forward toward Sicily.
"Excuse me, but you said that it was you that had used all of the magic that made us think that there was a gang of Death Eaters possibly here," he said as he came face to face with her. "Didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. But I don't know why everyone finds it so hard to believe. I simply channeled my anger at him into my magic and sent his magic along with some fighting spells back at him," Sicily said matter-of- factly. "I mean, really. You all act as though it's some huge mystery for me to be able to do such a thing."
"Well, that would be because it is," the red haired man said. "And, you sent his magic back at him? How is that even possible?"
Sicily looked at him not sure what to make of his not knowing this.
"I'm not sure how to explain it. I just have always known how to-"
"Honestly, you two. This is not the time for such conversations," Gabby said. "If Voldemort is-"
"Please don't say that name, Gabby," said the gray eyed lady.
"Like I was saying, if he's still up there, we could all be in danger and might have to-"
"It's ok. He's not up there," said the man who'd run upstairs.
He was coming down the stairs, and was holding Sicily's sword in hand. He seemed rather surprised by something.
"That's my sword!" Sicily said as she reached out for it.
The man looked at her and held the sword out to her carefully.
"That's…quite a sword you've got there," he spoke as though in awe of it, or her, it wasn't quite clear. "I've never seen a spelled sword before."
"It's simple runes and settings," Sicily said shrugging it off. "He's gone? What was he doing in my house to begin with?"
"I'm more interested in how you managed to over power him," Gabby said. "Also, you are no longer safe here. He came here for a reason most likely and is going to come back. I think it best if you were to come to Hogwarts with me. Also-"
"What?! Go somewhere with you?" Sicily looked at Gabby unbelievingly. "I've never been any where but this house and a few unauthorized visits to the town, if you can even call it that. And now you want me to go to this…this… Hogwarts with you?"
"Yes," Gabby said, matter-of-factly. "Actually, I'm afraid you have no choice. Dumbledoor's orders. We'll have to be going soon."
"What is Hogwarts?"
"It's the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in Britain. Also, it's a very safe place, since Dumbledoor is the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared, or at least couldn't beat," Gabby said as she turned and walked to the fireplace.
Taking her wand out Gabby conjured up a roaring fire and then took a small pouch from her pocket. Sicily watched her warily and with a bit of interest as to what she was doing.
"Since, at your age, you haven't learned to apparate, and you don't exactly know where Hogwarts is, we'll be going by flew powder," Gabby said as she turned to face Sicily.
"I don't need to know how to apparate. And what do you mean at my age? Why wouldn't I know how, and how do you know my age?" Sicily asked, slightly upset by Gabby assuming her ignorance.
Gabby looked at her unsure of what Sicily had meant by her first statement.
"Wizards who are underage, or younger than eighteen, are not allowed to apparate due to the complicated nature of it. You appear younger than eighteen so, legally, you would be unable to apparate."
"I learned about apparation a long time ago from my mother before she died. But, I needn't apparate when I can simply blink wherever I would like to go. It is just as quick if not quicker," Sicily said calmly. "I am younger than eighteen, actually I'm fifteen today," she said quietly, "But, I know little of wizard law, since I have only ever known my family."
"I'm sorry your mother has died," Gabby said in a less impatient voice.
"All of my family is dead, except a fair few. But they are very distant relatives and know not of my existence."
"Oh…I'm sorry, Sicily."
Everyone around was silent and listening carefully. Signs of concern and wonder crossed a few faces. Others wore unreadable expressions.
"With those circumstances I think it is especially necessary for you to come to Hogwarts with me. You could meet other witches and wizards your age and younger, and could learn more magic and refine your abilities. You could also find friendship very easily there." Gabby said, walking closer to Sicily.
Sicily sniffed and looked Gabby in the eye.
"Ok, I'll go. But can we go by some other way than floo powder?"
"Sure we'll apparate, you can blink, to Hogsmeade just outside of the school grounds. Ok?"
"Ok."
And with that, they disappeared from the room.
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4 Chapter Two- Everything Changes
The footsteps were still coming slowly toward Sicily. Her heart raced as she saw the handle turn. "This is stupid. Why should I be scared? This is my house, and they don't belong here," she told herself. "This is my house. This is my house…" She chanted this over and over in her head calming her nerves.
The door opened slowly at first then flung open. In the door way stood a small man with beady eyes and a rat-like face. Behind him stood another man, except that he was like no man she'd ever seen before. He had a strange flat face with slits for nostrils and large red eyes with slit- like pupils.
Sicily froze where she was momentarily. They were wizards and the man with the snake-like eyes terrified her to the depths of her soul. Steeling herself against her fears she faced him and took up the guard position with her sword at the ready.
"Who or What are you? And why are you in my house," she said, her voice shaking slightly with suppressed fear and anger.
Her eyes glinted with a hint at the fierce raw anger and power inside her. The man with the horrible face turned and looked at her, a smirk tilting the side of his mouth. Sicily's eyes flicked from the small mouse like man to the obvious leader of the two.
"I asked you a question," Sicily said giving them a look that showed she meant business.
"You shall not talk to my master like that," the beady-eyed man said.
The other man laughed shortly.
"Never mind, Pettigrew. She will shortly know who it is she messes with."
Sicily looked at him. "Whom I'm messing with?" Sicily thought, finding it funny that this man seemed to fancy himself all-powerful.
"I don't give a damn who you are," she said her anger reaching breaking point. "I do care that you're in MY house and seem to be up to no good, however."
"You silly girl. You honestly don't know who I am. I can see that. Otherwise you wouldn't be so careless with your words," said the leader as he pulled out his wand. "I am-"
Sicily couldn't take it anymore. This man had come into her house and was threatening her with a wand? She looked at him her anger snapping and giving her a blast of power.
"I don't care who the Hell you are! Just get out of my house," Sicily said, a magical wind appearing around her tossing her hair.
"A witch. How unexpected. It amazes me that you don't know who I am. How dare you talk to me, Lord Voldemort, in such a way? You will bend to my will and suffer sorely for your petty mistakes, you stupid girl."
Voldemort raised his wand ready to strike, but Sicily lost. No one called her stupid and not in her house. She felt a slight tingle on her spine, as Voldemort tried to make her move at his will. Shaking it off she formed every spell of fighting and weapons that she knew in her head and sent them into her sword.
"You will bow to me before I kill you. You will," said Voldemort.
"I think not," said Sicily as she flung back his magic at him along with all the spells she'd conjured in her mind.
Eight great balls of light formed along her sword and little white daggers that took form and turned silver as they flew through the air were thrown at Voldemort and Pettigrew as Sicily brought her sword up above her head and swung it down in front of her again with a mighty shout of power.
"Anet, alan, havit! Fly straight and true."
Voldemort flew back and slammed into the wall stunned by the power that came from this one girl, but conscious enough to shield himself from the attacks. The balls of light and daggers hit his shield and only bruised him all over. Pettigrew, who never was that good at magic got flung against the wall and fell to the ground where he was hit by one of the great power balls and several daggers. He let out a horrible scream before he vanished in a great sprout of flame, leaving only a small pile of ash behind (A.N: I had to get rid of him. He's evil and he betrayed Lily and James! He's scum and deserved what he got). Sicily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hadn't meant to kill him. She'd never lost control like that before. But she realized she hadn't lost that much control. She'd meant to send those things towards him. She hadn't meant to kill anyone though. She also quickly realized that she hadn't masked it either.
She stood up shaking. She was suddenly terrified. Flashes from old newspapers she'd found in her family's scrapbooks came to mind. She knew who he was. Who he had been had been scary and un-understandable to a little girl. Not just that though. Sicily had used a lot of magic and hadn't masked it. What was I thinking?! Sicily thought fear coursing through her. She knew that the Ministry of Magic kept an eye on magical activity. She'd read about it a thousand times in books before. She'd just sent out a huge amount of magic and it scared it to not know what might happen because of that.
Somewhere upstairs Voldemort moved kicking her sword out of the way. Her heart raced as she frantically searched for a way out of this. Before she could move though, there was the sound of a dozen swishing cloaks as wizards apparated all around her; their wands all pointing straight at her. Terrified, Sicily screamed and ducked sending up a shield of protection around her as she huddled on the floor.
The wizards all appeared to be startled by her scream and the sudden magic shield although she hadn't used a wand to cast it. From the uniform robes that were emblazoned with the mark of an auror on the shoulder, it was obvious that they were Ministry Wizards that had come there because of her magic. Sicily looked up as one of the people spoke.
"What's this?" said a man with a surly look about him and a ghastly scar on his cheek.
"Why, it's only a girl!" A lady with black hair and gray eyes looked down on her with a confused expression. " I thought you said there was very powerful magic here?"
"And there is," said a third voice.
Everyone turned around and looked at the woman who had spoken. She pulled back her cloak to reveal her face.
"But Gabby, you can't possibly mean this girl used that massive amount of magic, can you?" The gray-eyed lady asked her imploringly.
"I'm not sure. But I know she isn't evil," Gabby said, as she bent down close to the girl, just outside of her shield. "I'm Gabriela Giordahn, we're sorry if we gave you a fright," she said to Sicily.
Sicily looked up at her, fear in her eyes, and something else that Gabby couldn't read.
"What's your name?" Gabby asked her in a sweet voice.
"My name is Sicily," she said as she shifted onto her knees, facing Gabby. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Well…"Gabby hesitated."
"Well?"
"We came here because we noticed a large amount of magic happening here. We thought that it was a full grown wizard and possibly a dark one," Gabby said, trying to word her self carefully. "We weren't expecting to find a child here."
Sicily took a sharp breath and felt it get caught in her throat.
"They're here because of me. I've exposed myself," she whispered to herself.
"What?" asked Gabby.
"Nothing," Sicily said standing up suddenly. "You promise you won't harm me in any way? This shield is taking up a lot of energy after what just happened."
She felt safe after her brief conversation with Gabby. She'd read her gently but hadn't sensed any bad vibes or intentions.
"What do you mean?" the lady with the gray eyes spoke up again.
"I mean that, I used all that magic." Sicily said this as she tugged at her sweater straightening it out, nervously.
"But, how is that possible? That was an immense amount of magic. Highly advanced, even I'm not sure how some of it was done."
She seemed flabbergasted. Her doubt of Sicily's abilities started to annoy Sicily and she stopped feeling nervous.
"It is perfectly possible," Sicily said as she looked the lady square in the eye. "I used all of that magic in anger and self defense. If I hadn't been so angry with that man who broke into my house, I would have masked it as well! Arg! Why did that man, Voldemort, have to come into my house and disturb my-?"
At the mention of Voldemort everyone around her had tensed and one of the few women gasped. Gabby kept her head and looked Sicily over once, making sure she wasn't lying.
"You mean to tell me that Voldemort was here? In this house?" she asked Sicily calmly.
"Yes, I do. He actually is still here I think." She looked up at the ceiling. "I heard him in my room upstairs and I projected up there to see who it was. He opened the door to my room when the door on my weapons case creaked."
Everyone around her was frozen in shock at first, but then a man turned and ran upstairs. This sudden movement snapped everyone out of their fear-induced trances. Gabby looked a Sicily, unsure of what to make of her.
"You said you projected," she said trying to piece things together. "Did you mean astral projected? Because, I've never known anyone to be able to do so."
"Yes, I did astral project," Sicily said in response. "It's an ability I've had all my life."
"That's so strange…"
Gabby trailed off, returning to her own thoughts. As she did this a red haired man stepped forward toward Sicily.
"Excuse me, but you said that it was you that had used all of the magic that made us think that there was a gang of Death Eaters possibly here," he said as he came face to face with her. "Didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. But I don't know why everyone finds it so hard to believe. I simply channeled my anger at him into my magic and sent his magic along with some fighting spells back at him," Sicily said matter-of- factly. "I mean, really. You all act as though it's some huge mystery for me to be able to do such a thing."
"Well, that would be because it is," the red haired man said. "And, you sent his magic back at him? How is that even possible?"
Sicily looked at him not sure what to make of his not knowing this.
"I'm not sure how to explain it. I just have always known how to-"
"Honestly, you two. This is not the time for such conversations," Gabby said. "If Voldemort is-"
"Please don't say that name, Gabby," said the gray eyed lady.
"Like I was saying, if he's still up there, we could all be in danger and might have to-"
"It's ok. He's not up there," said the man who'd run upstairs.
He was coming down the stairs, and was holding Sicily's sword in hand. He seemed rather surprised by something.
"That's my sword!" Sicily said as she reached out for it.
The man looked at her and held the sword out to her carefully.
"That's…quite a sword you've got there," he spoke as though in awe of it, or her, it wasn't quite clear. "I've never seen a spelled sword before."
"It's simple runes and settings," Sicily said shrugging it off. "He's gone? What was he doing in my house to begin with?"
"I'm more interested in how you managed to over power him," Gabby said. "Also, you are no longer safe here. He came here for a reason most likely and is going to come back. I think it best if you were to come to Hogwarts with me. Also-"
"What?! Go somewhere with you?" Sicily looked at Gabby unbelievingly. "I've never been any where but this house and a few unauthorized visits to the town, if you can even call it that. And now you want me to go to this…this… Hogwarts with you?"
"Yes," Gabby said, matter-of-factly. "Actually, I'm afraid you have no choice. Dumbledoor's orders. We'll have to be going soon."
"What is Hogwarts?"
"It's the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in Britain. Also, it's a very safe place, since Dumbledoor is the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared, or at least couldn't beat," Gabby said as she turned and walked to the fireplace.
Taking her wand out Gabby conjured up a roaring fire and then took a small pouch from her pocket. Sicily watched her warily and with a bit of interest as to what she was doing.
"Since, at your age, you haven't learned to apparate, and you don't exactly know where Hogwarts is, we'll be going by flew powder," Gabby said as she turned to face Sicily.
"I don't need to know how to apparate. And what do you mean at my age? Why wouldn't I know how, and how do you know my age?" Sicily asked, slightly upset by Gabby assuming her ignorance.
Gabby looked at her unsure of what Sicily had meant by her first statement.
"Wizards who are underage, or younger than eighteen, are not allowed to apparate due to the complicated nature of it. You appear younger than eighteen so, legally, you would be unable to apparate."
"I learned about apparation a long time ago from my mother before she died. But, I needn't apparate when I can simply blink wherever I would like to go. It is just as quick if not quicker," Sicily said calmly. "I am younger than eighteen, actually I'm fifteen today," she said quietly, "But, I know little of wizard law, since I have only ever known my family."
"I'm sorry your mother has died," Gabby said in a less impatient voice.
"All of my family is dead, except a fair few. But they are very distant relatives and know not of my existence."
"Oh…I'm sorry, Sicily."
Everyone around was silent and listening carefully. Signs of concern and wonder crossed a few faces. Others wore unreadable expressions.
"With those circumstances I think it is especially necessary for you to come to Hogwarts with me. You could meet other witches and wizards your age and younger, and could learn more magic and refine your abilities. You could also find friendship very easily there." Gabby said, walking closer to Sicily.
Sicily sniffed and looked Gabby in the eye.
"Ok, I'll go. But can we go by some other way than floo powder?"
"Sure we'll apparate, you can blink, to Hogsmeade just outside of the school grounds. Ok?"
"Ok."
And with that, they disappeared from the room.
