*~The Shadow of Life~*
*~Lora and Winter~*
Summary: There's a new girl at Hogwarts, and she seems pretty normal. Her life's been torn apart by Voldemort, and now she's starting over... or is she? There's something dark following her, and it's taking effect on the others as well. Takes place during the sixth year. H/G, R/OC, Hr/?
A/N: We're back! Welcome to the world of Lora Ohnolove and Winter Zorsten! Yup yup! This is our story. Winter: I tried it once but I guess it didn't work, so here's the revised, and fixed up version! I hope you enjoy!!
Disclaimer: We only own Armina, Natalia, and any new characters. The rest belong to the amazing J.K *pouts* But we'd take em if we could...
*~Chapter One~*
*~Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry~*
Armina felt herself becoming more aware. She was aware that she was lying on a soft bed, with soft sheets. She was aware of the warm sun falling on her pale skin, and she was aware of one or two blurry figures floating around her vision. She opened her eyes, and closed them, opened them, blinked them, and kept them open until they hurt. The natural light was almost blinding, but the longer she kept her eyes open the easier and less blurry it became, until finally she could see. What she saw wasn't hopeful to her. There was a man, that she easily recognized as Albus Dumbledore, mostly because she had seen him in her textbooks. With that long silver beard and hair, those sharp, concerned, but overall bright, blue eyes, hidden behind the half-moon spectacles, and that crooked nose it was impossible not to know who it was. The other lady she didn't recognize. "Am I at..."
"Hogwarts? Yes, you are." Dumbeldore smiled, rather gravely actually.
"And my family..." She paused, hoping he would tell her instead of she having to say it. But when he didn't go on, she finished, "Are they... dead?" She mumbled, almost knowing the answer. She attempted to sit up but her ribs felt sore.
Dumbeldore looked at her with sorrow. "Yes, my dear... I'm afraid they are." Armina nodded slowly, accepting it, not really sure what to feel. She made another attempt to sit up. "Lie back. No hurry. You are still recovering." Dumbeldore said gently.
"Do they know who did it?" Armina decided to cut right to it, even though she was still trying to block out the terrible green light. "Because if they don't, I did hear voices..."
He lowered his eyes, and the lady wandered off towards her pantry to get something. Dumbeldore raised his brilliant eyes once more to face her, they narrowed a bit, and he looked more serious. "Armina, do you know who Lord Voldemort is?" She heard a small shatter from inside one of the closet, and then the lady whispered the "reparo" charm and she heard pieces of glass sweeping around to fix itself.
"Of course." Armina replied, hearing the terrible voice, and the harsh cackle in her mind. "Is that the voice I heard?" She asked. "Was it... him? Lord Voldemort?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm afraid it was." He frowned. "This isn't going to be easy, and you don't have to do this right now, later, when you feel better, but can you tell me everything that you heard or saw?"
"I didn't see a thing. I was in the basement. But I did hear somethings." She hesitated, biting her lip. . "And there was a second voice too." She shuddered.
Dumbeldore nodded, knowingly. "I see..." His eyes narrowed and became even more narrow, he looked deeply concerned now.
"Professor... Sir... umm... what is it? Do you know who that second person was?" She leaned forward, causing a bolt of pain to shoot through her side. She sat back, but still held her gaze intently.
"I have an idea of who it was." He nodded thoughtfully. "But for now I must be going." He began to walk towards the door, his cloak making a light swishing noise. "Armina, I assure you that we will take care of things." His assurance, his strong eyes, brought her some solace. "You need rest. I don't want you reliving last nights events until you have fully recovered, mentally and physically." Armina nodded. He opened the door, and hesitated for a moment. "There is another student here, who I am sure you know, or at least have heard of." He said. "If you want to talk to someone who understands I suggest you seek him out. You and he may share a house." He smiled. "He's a Gryffindor." He smiled. "Goes by the name Harry Potter." the name itself made her gasp. Dumbeldore chuckled a bit. "He's been known as the 'boy who lived'. But now you are the 'girl who lived'. I assure you the whole school is aware of your presence here." He winked and left Armina to her own thoughts.
*~**~**~*
Three Days Later....
"I'm feeling much better, Madam Pomfrey." Armina argued. Don't you think I should get situated soon?" She pleaded with the sweet, but stern, nurse.
Madam Pomfrey looked down at her with a pleasant smile. "I suppose you have healed up. And Dumbeldore has talked to you about.... things." She patted Armina's cheek. "I will have to have a word with Albus once more... but I don't see why not." She smiled and turned away, then gave a surprised gasp. "Oh! I have some more news. Harry Potter was asking to see you last night." She winked. "He insisted, but I shooed him away. Far too late anyways. Don't look so dissapointed!" She cooed, when she saw that Armina's face has slumpled slightly. "He and Ron Weasley are coming to see you." She smiled. "Harry said that he'd try to bring Ginny and Hermione. Hermione, she's the same year as you, and a prefect at that! Ginny is a year younger than you, one of the most beautiful girls ever." Madam Pomfrey then excused herself to go discuss things with Professor Dumbeldore, but not after leaving her some fresh robes and a new pair of pajamas.
Armina closed her curtain and slipped out of her old pj's and pulled on her new ones. They were muggle like, and made of a soft cloth. with some moons and stars on them. Then she folded the black robes and stuffed it into a drawer with a few of her other scattered belongings. She pulled out a torn, and half burnt picture of her sister, Diedre. The man who had rescued her, Severus Snape, was a professor at the school. He had brought her back, and, knowing that she was now and orphan, had actually grabbed a the small picture from the debris. Madam Pomfrey said it was the most heart he had showed in years. Either way she was greatful to the professor, whom she had never met, for giving her one memory to hold on to. She ran her fingers over the burnt edges, and then brushed away a random tear that had fallen across her sister's face. Diedre had been one year her senior. Beautiful, dangerous, exciting, the kind of girl all the guys wanted. Armina always had to live in her shadow at Durmstrang. After all she was a great Quidditch player... But only Diedre had ever known the full extent of her little sister's powers. Only Diedre knew what she was going to be capable of. But now she's not going to be there, Armina realized, she's not-
"Excuse me?" There came a voice from behind the curtain. "Armina? Are you awake?" She immediately snapped back to reality.
"Should I go in and check?" Another voice asked, most definately a girl. "I am a girl, and so is she so it would be okay, right?"
"Erm... maybe you should try one more time before we send Ginny in." Another voice said.
"Sure..." Then there came a slight knocking sound against the wooden table outside. "Armina Aperowd? If you're awake can we come in? It's Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley."
Armina immediately sat up. "Oh... uh.... yes, please, come in. It's alright. Sorry about that. She stuttered. "I was thinking and I guess I started to daydream..."
"Oh well we do that all the time so don't worry about it." The curtain opened slightly revealing the three Gryffindors. Harry Potter was the most recognizable. He was tall, and skinny, like all the books said. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen, besides Diedre's, and the darkest, and he was extremely handsome. She didn't even need to check for the scar. She knew it was THE Harry Potter. The other boy, however, was much more different. He had the brightest red hair, and the cutest freckles covering pale, white skin, he had blueish eyes that were very out of place amidst the red hair. He smiled a very handsome smile and put his hand out for Armina to shake it. She took it and then Harry's and then Ginny's. Ginny was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She was short, unlike Ron, but had the same fiery red hair, and eyes, but with fewer freckles.
"Oh." Harry said, noticing the picture in her hand. "That's Diedre. She came to Hogwarts during the Tri-Wizard tournament." He smiled a very sad smile. "She was a sweetie." He smiled, and for a moment his eyes glazed over and his face was very nostalgic. "I'm sorry for your loss." He said finally.
"Yea." Ron chimed in. "I'm sorry too. I knew your sister and she was one of the nicest..." He trailed off seeing a few shiny tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Sorry. I think it would be best if I didn't remind you."
"No." Armina smiled slightly. "That's okay. It really is. I was going to sit here all day and reminisce. But thats just not healthy." She said forcing the words out. Moving on was not at all her plan, but now... she was going to.
They talked for a little more until a bell rang. Harry and Ron excused themselves quickly, but politely, saying that they had Potions with Professor Snape. For some reason they seemed to be dreading it. Ginny remained for a moment.
"When will you be moving in?" She asked quickly.
"Soon. I hope." Armina responded, looking over at at Madam Pomfrey who had returned shortly before the boys had left.
"Oh... well there's a bed in the girl's dorm just for, if you're in our house, that is. Hermione can't wait, she's stuck with Lavender and Parvati...."
"Neither can I." Armina smiled. "I want to get out of this wing... And Harry and Ron seem nice, which makes me want to meet more students."
"Yea. They are the best. Though I can't say that about everyone. Anywho, it was cool meeting you." She grinned. "You're officially "The Girl who Lived." All over the school." With that Ginny went on her way.
"Am I really?" She asked a few moments later when Madam Pomfrey was about to give her the news.
"Well... yes dear. They have been saying that... Professor McGonagall will be stopping by. You need to be sorted into the proper house. After that you'll be given a schedule. And you'll be able to settle in. And start your year... It's already two days in, but I'm sure you'll catch up."
"Sound's good to me..." Armina took one last glance at Madam Pomfrey, and peeled herself of the bed, and limped towards the window. Outside it was a beautiful late summer day. She could see a small cabin off to the side. A rather large man was surrounded by much shorter students. He was showing them, what looked like, a large turnip with little feet, and arms. Most of the students were taking a few steps back, but a few were brave enough to stand up front. Armina surveyed the nearly perfect grounds once more, then went back to her bed, where her schedule was. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She muttered to herself. "I guess it's time, huh?"
*~Lora and Winter~*
Summary: There's a new girl at Hogwarts, and she seems pretty normal. Her life's been torn apart by Voldemort, and now she's starting over... or is she? There's something dark following her, and it's taking effect on the others as well. Takes place during the sixth year. H/G, R/OC, Hr/?
A/N: We're back! Welcome to the world of Lora Ohnolove and Winter Zorsten! Yup yup! This is our story. Winter: I tried it once but I guess it didn't work, so here's the revised, and fixed up version! I hope you enjoy!!
Disclaimer: We only own Armina, Natalia, and any new characters. The rest belong to the amazing J.K *pouts* But we'd take em if we could...
*~Chapter One~*
*~Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry~*
Armina felt herself becoming more aware. She was aware that she was lying on a soft bed, with soft sheets. She was aware of the warm sun falling on her pale skin, and she was aware of one or two blurry figures floating around her vision. She opened her eyes, and closed them, opened them, blinked them, and kept them open until they hurt. The natural light was almost blinding, but the longer she kept her eyes open the easier and less blurry it became, until finally she could see. What she saw wasn't hopeful to her. There was a man, that she easily recognized as Albus Dumbledore, mostly because she had seen him in her textbooks. With that long silver beard and hair, those sharp, concerned, but overall bright, blue eyes, hidden behind the half-moon spectacles, and that crooked nose it was impossible not to know who it was. The other lady she didn't recognize. "Am I at..."
"Hogwarts? Yes, you are." Dumbeldore smiled, rather gravely actually.
"And my family..." She paused, hoping he would tell her instead of she having to say it. But when he didn't go on, she finished, "Are they... dead?" She mumbled, almost knowing the answer. She attempted to sit up but her ribs felt sore.
Dumbeldore looked at her with sorrow. "Yes, my dear... I'm afraid they are." Armina nodded slowly, accepting it, not really sure what to feel. She made another attempt to sit up. "Lie back. No hurry. You are still recovering." Dumbeldore said gently.
"Do they know who did it?" Armina decided to cut right to it, even though she was still trying to block out the terrible green light. "Because if they don't, I did hear voices..."
He lowered his eyes, and the lady wandered off towards her pantry to get something. Dumbeldore raised his brilliant eyes once more to face her, they narrowed a bit, and he looked more serious. "Armina, do you know who Lord Voldemort is?" She heard a small shatter from inside one of the closet, and then the lady whispered the "reparo" charm and she heard pieces of glass sweeping around to fix itself.
"Of course." Armina replied, hearing the terrible voice, and the harsh cackle in her mind. "Is that the voice I heard?" She asked. "Was it... him? Lord Voldemort?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm afraid it was." He frowned. "This isn't going to be easy, and you don't have to do this right now, later, when you feel better, but can you tell me everything that you heard or saw?"
"I didn't see a thing. I was in the basement. But I did hear somethings." She hesitated, biting her lip. . "And there was a second voice too." She shuddered.
Dumbeldore nodded, knowingly. "I see..." His eyes narrowed and became even more narrow, he looked deeply concerned now.
"Professor... Sir... umm... what is it? Do you know who that second person was?" She leaned forward, causing a bolt of pain to shoot through her side. She sat back, but still held her gaze intently.
"I have an idea of who it was." He nodded thoughtfully. "But for now I must be going." He began to walk towards the door, his cloak making a light swishing noise. "Armina, I assure you that we will take care of things." His assurance, his strong eyes, brought her some solace. "You need rest. I don't want you reliving last nights events until you have fully recovered, mentally and physically." Armina nodded. He opened the door, and hesitated for a moment. "There is another student here, who I am sure you know, or at least have heard of." He said. "If you want to talk to someone who understands I suggest you seek him out. You and he may share a house." He smiled. "He's a Gryffindor." He smiled. "Goes by the name Harry Potter." the name itself made her gasp. Dumbeldore chuckled a bit. "He's been known as the 'boy who lived'. But now you are the 'girl who lived'. I assure you the whole school is aware of your presence here." He winked and left Armina to her own thoughts.
*~**~**~*
Three Days Later....
"I'm feeling much better, Madam Pomfrey." Armina argued. Don't you think I should get situated soon?" She pleaded with the sweet, but stern, nurse.
Madam Pomfrey looked down at her with a pleasant smile. "I suppose you have healed up. And Dumbeldore has talked to you about.... things." She patted Armina's cheek. "I will have to have a word with Albus once more... but I don't see why not." She smiled and turned away, then gave a surprised gasp. "Oh! I have some more news. Harry Potter was asking to see you last night." She winked. "He insisted, but I shooed him away. Far too late anyways. Don't look so dissapointed!" She cooed, when she saw that Armina's face has slumpled slightly. "He and Ron Weasley are coming to see you." She smiled. "Harry said that he'd try to bring Ginny and Hermione. Hermione, she's the same year as you, and a prefect at that! Ginny is a year younger than you, one of the most beautiful girls ever." Madam Pomfrey then excused herself to go discuss things with Professor Dumbeldore, but not after leaving her some fresh robes and a new pair of pajamas.
Armina closed her curtain and slipped out of her old pj's and pulled on her new ones. They were muggle like, and made of a soft cloth. with some moons and stars on them. Then she folded the black robes and stuffed it into a drawer with a few of her other scattered belongings. She pulled out a torn, and half burnt picture of her sister, Diedre. The man who had rescued her, Severus Snape, was a professor at the school. He had brought her back, and, knowing that she was now and orphan, had actually grabbed a the small picture from the debris. Madam Pomfrey said it was the most heart he had showed in years. Either way she was greatful to the professor, whom she had never met, for giving her one memory to hold on to. She ran her fingers over the burnt edges, and then brushed away a random tear that had fallen across her sister's face. Diedre had been one year her senior. Beautiful, dangerous, exciting, the kind of girl all the guys wanted. Armina always had to live in her shadow at Durmstrang. After all she was a great Quidditch player... But only Diedre had ever known the full extent of her little sister's powers. Only Diedre knew what she was going to be capable of. But now she's not going to be there, Armina realized, she's not-
"Excuse me?" There came a voice from behind the curtain. "Armina? Are you awake?" She immediately snapped back to reality.
"Should I go in and check?" Another voice asked, most definately a girl. "I am a girl, and so is she so it would be okay, right?"
"Erm... maybe you should try one more time before we send Ginny in." Another voice said.
"Sure..." Then there came a slight knocking sound against the wooden table outside. "Armina Aperowd? If you're awake can we come in? It's Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley."
Armina immediately sat up. "Oh... uh.... yes, please, come in. It's alright. Sorry about that. She stuttered. "I was thinking and I guess I started to daydream..."
"Oh well we do that all the time so don't worry about it." The curtain opened slightly revealing the three Gryffindors. Harry Potter was the most recognizable. He was tall, and skinny, like all the books said. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen, besides Diedre's, and the darkest, and he was extremely handsome. She didn't even need to check for the scar. She knew it was THE Harry Potter. The other boy, however, was much more different. He had the brightest red hair, and the cutest freckles covering pale, white skin, he had blueish eyes that were very out of place amidst the red hair. He smiled a very handsome smile and put his hand out for Armina to shake it. She took it and then Harry's and then Ginny's. Ginny was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She was short, unlike Ron, but had the same fiery red hair, and eyes, but with fewer freckles.
"Oh." Harry said, noticing the picture in her hand. "That's Diedre. She came to Hogwarts during the Tri-Wizard tournament." He smiled a very sad smile. "She was a sweetie." He smiled, and for a moment his eyes glazed over and his face was very nostalgic. "I'm sorry for your loss." He said finally.
"Yea." Ron chimed in. "I'm sorry too. I knew your sister and she was one of the nicest..." He trailed off seeing a few shiny tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Sorry. I think it would be best if I didn't remind you."
"No." Armina smiled slightly. "That's okay. It really is. I was going to sit here all day and reminisce. But thats just not healthy." She said forcing the words out. Moving on was not at all her plan, but now... she was going to.
They talked for a little more until a bell rang. Harry and Ron excused themselves quickly, but politely, saying that they had Potions with Professor Snape. For some reason they seemed to be dreading it. Ginny remained for a moment.
"When will you be moving in?" She asked quickly.
"Soon. I hope." Armina responded, looking over at at Madam Pomfrey who had returned shortly before the boys had left.
"Oh... well there's a bed in the girl's dorm just for, if you're in our house, that is. Hermione can't wait, she's stuck with Lavender and Parvati...."
"Neither can I." Armina smiled. "I want to get out of this wing... And Harry and Ron seem nice, which makes me want to meet more students."
"Yea. They are the best. Though I can't say that about everyone. Anywho, it was cool meeting you." She grinned. "You're officially "The Girl who Lived." All over the school." With that Ginny went on her way.
"Am I really?" She asked a few moments later when Madam Pomfrey was about to give her the news.
"Well... yes dear. They have been saying that... Professor McGonagall will be stopping by. You need to be sorted into the proper house. After that you'll be given a schedule. And you'll be able to settle in. And start your year... It's already two days in, but I'm sure you'll catch up."
"Sound's good to me..." Armina took one last glance at Madam Pomfrey, and peeled herself of the bed, and limped towards the window. Outside it was a beautiful late summer day. She could see a small cabin off to the side. A rather large man was surrounded by much shorter students. He was showing them, what looked like, a large turnip with little feet, and arms. Most of the students were taking a few steps back, but a few were brave enough to stand up front. Armina surveyed the nearly perfect grounds once more, then went back to her bed, where her schedule was. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She muttered to herself. "I guess it's time, huh?"