Some Things You Know Are Right
It was a cold day at the school. The students around her all had their cloaks on, walking with each other through the many old pillars with plants growing on them, talking in their crowds, and she stood alone. Bionca folded her arms and stared at the ground, she was waiting for her friend Jasmine, whom was busy in the school, she assumed. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers through her short hair to puff it up. She then smoothed her robes. She looked up to the clock on the arch of two pillars where the school doors were. It was noon. Jasmine said she would meet her there at noon, and of course, right on time, she walked through the doors, saw her, and waved with a big grin on her face. Bionca couldn't help but grin, also. She then chuckled when Jasmine, being her old clumsy self, tripped on the snow. She tried to get up, but her shoe was stuck in the bank. She finally dislodged her foot from her shoe and frowned at the snow holding it in. Bionca made her way over to Jasmine, and watched her pull out her wand, mutter a spell to unfreeze the snow around the shoe, and then she levitated the shoe to her hands and put it back on. "Ah. the wonders of magic!" She said, and they both laughed. They continued on down the path to the huge garden. They opened the magnificent bronze gates, and where they split, the school initials HC split. They walked through the path, chatting endlessly about the day before, the day ahead, school issues, social issues, they were always very open with each other. Just then, one of the green bushes snapped out a long arm made of twig, and stopped them. It then said, "You mustn't go any further. There is a dark creature lurking in this garden, and the staff has been called upon to take care of it." Just then, Bionca realised this was a guard plant, put here by the Herbology teacher so no students could trespass and enter the danger. "Bionca, you heard the plant, let's go!" Jasmine stuttered in fear. "No, I want to see what is in there!" Bionca stated bravely. "No way! There's some dark creature in there!" "I'm a seventh year, I can handle this!" Jasmine opened her mouth to reply, but then lowered her head, shook it, and stood back, "Fine, fine, I will not be joining you this time Bionca! Your bravery is going too far, even I do not have enough courage to join you. I'm sorry Bionca. I'm too afraid, you'll have to go in yourself." With that, Jasmine let out a sob and hugged Bionca. Bionca looked around nervously and patted her back, reassuring her. "Don't worry! We've had hundreds of DADA lessons! I'll be FINE! Bye Jasmine, see you in a bit, oh and if you might come across a teacher wondering where I am, tell them I went for a stroll in the garden by myself, for some "quiet time"." Bionce winked, but Jasmine didn't budge for a minute, then she slowly shook her head and walked off to join her other friends. Bionca turned back to the plant as it stated again what it had said before, like a broken record. "You mustn't go." The plant was cut off by Bionca, she raised her wand and shouted a spell which blew the arm off the plant. She quickly hopped to the other end so the new arm that just grew out wouldn't stop her. She smiled at the plant, whispered sorry in a condescending tone, and set off. The garden looked perfectly normal, nothing to hint a dark creature was lurking in its depths. Just then, everything went black.
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Bionca awoke with a start. Something cold was brushing against her forehead. Her eyes darted upwards as she saw a white, ghostly hand retract from her. "Do not make any noise, child. The Lord will be here shortly to dispose of you, do not make this difficult." She listened to this, not really grasping any of it, only noticing the man who stated it sounded nervous and as though he had rehearsed what he was going to say. She tried to sit up but found a powerful force on her chest, like a million bowling balls, but only when she tried to move. She let out a scream and the ghostly hand slapped her face. She moved her face in the direction of the slap and let out a whimper. "My name is Wormtail. But I'm sure it won't do you much good soon, as you are about to die." "WHAT?!?!" Bionca exclaimed, as she felt another slap. "Do NOT yell! You will disturb the others!" Bionca stifled a moan, but then gasped when she felt something rub against her chest. She looked down to see the hand caressing her, and pulled a face of revulsion that "Wormtail" plainly saw. She again tried to struggle but this only made his caressing harder, more like a rub. "Pretty girl, master will have some fun with you before your demise. You do not know who you are, do you?" Bionca, caught off guard by the ridiculous question, simply stated. "Of course I do, I am Bionca Potter!" Wormtail laughed as he began to unbutton her robes. She started to struggle again, but found the pressure even more unbearable. "Yes, yes, aren't you clever? You might be Bionca Potter, but you're ancestor is none other than Godric Gryffindor." Bionca stared at him with blank eyes, once filled with hatred, now tinted with confusion. "Who is Godric Gryffindor?" "I am not to give you that information, wait, and Master will." She looked down at him and took in his features. He was short, chubby, and was balding. She laughed internally, he looked like a big baby. She was then brough back to reality by the cold on her chest. He had taken off her robes, and was now working on unbuttoning the blouse. "What are you doing?" Bionca stated, nervously. "Master said I could indulge myself. It has been a long time since I made love to a woman." Wormtail became more frantic at unbuttoning her blouse, as Bionca tried once more to struggle. "You disgusting runt! I would never make love to you! Get off!" Bionca forcefully screamed. Wormtail again slapped her. "I said DO NOT yell!" He screamed as his double chin wobbled furiously. He unclasped bra and started again, "It's not like you have a choice." Just then, his Master walked in. Bionca could tell he really feared him, he fell to his knees before him and started blubbering, he looked much less frightening that way. She saw his master lower his hand to Wormtail's chin, as he guided him to stand. He then said something under his breath to him and pushed him aside. An eerie voice began to speak to her. "Hello, Ms. Potter, I'm sorry we cannot meet under better circumstances. As Wormtail has unfortunately not left to me to tell you," Just then, he shot a venemous look to Wormtail, "You are an heir of Godric Gryffindor. Since I am the direct heir of Salazar Slytherin, it would seem, you are my arch rival. It is said, 'the heirs will one day reunite and Gryffindor's heir will be the downfall of Slytherin's.' You see, I cannot let that happen. I am the most powerful wizard, ever. I am lord Voldemort." Bionca froze. Even she knew who he was. He, of course, was the evilest man around. And she was in him company. "Oh.My.God." She simply stated. He chuckled, and began to glide over to her. He opened his hands, he need not even use his wand, she realised, as he drew her closer. She was now upright, still bound, but no pressure. He freed her, and she fell to the ground after he lowered his hands. She hit the ground with a large thump, and quivered on the ground for a moment. He then started moving towards her. She crawled backwards, until she bumped into something. She looked up, there was a tall man with long blonde hair and a cane. He sniggered at her and she felt herself frozen once more. "Bionca, do not run, this will only be blindingly painful for a moment, then you can be back with your precious parents, Lily and Jamie, I believe it was, Lucius?" Voldemort sneered. "Not much of a fight they put up. then again, they were no match for me, I doubt they were even a match for the lowliest troll!" Bionca felt the anger inside her boil, she never knew her parents, never even heard a story. She had been moved to an orphanage in Canada after she was about a year old. She didn't remember them. She was snapped out of her reverie by Voldemort. He had his wand pointed at her, and was about to kill her, and she felt her bravery kick in. Maybe it was because she was so angry, angry at Wormtail for trying to rape her, angry at Voldemort for murdering her parents and then having the nerve to talk bad about them. She would show him. She let out a scream and began to run towards him. Her face, twisted in fury, didn't notice the laugh on Voldemort's lips as he muttered "Avada Kevadra" and she didn't notice the blinding pain going through her. He stepped back, and she stopped. She was suppose to be dead. But all she felt was pain. She looked around the dark cavern. The other men were speechless. Even Lord Voldemort was. He tried again, this time, less powerful and arrogant. "Ava-Ava- Avada Kevadra!" He finally got hold of himself. The blinding green light illuminated the cavern, but just as it did, a white oval, almost like a shield, had built itself around Bionca. She lifted her head high, closing her eyes from the bright whiteness. She felt sleepy, and surrendered to the dark.
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Bionca awoke with a start. She was in a bed, though nowhere she recognized. It appeared to be a hospital, but it looked also like a castle. A larger lady suddenly appeared from the curtains that were drawn. "Ah, you are awake, how are you feeling?" The lady asked. "Uh, a little confused." Bionca said slowly. "Yes, yes, that is to be expected. It will all be explained in good time, now eat this chocolate and I will give you a sleeping draught." Just after she finished her sentence, an old man with a large beard and long gray hair came strolling in. This seemed to infuriate the lady, as her face went red as she stood up quickly to greet the man. Or so to speak. "Headmaster, she is in no condition-" The old man, apparently Headmaster, waved her off as he went to sit by Bionca's bed. The lady huffed and stalked off. "Hello, Ms. Potter." The old man smiled. "Hello.Headmaster?" Bionca said. "You are correct, but you can also call me Professor Dumbledore." "I've heard of you! You helped defeat Voldemort!" At the sound of the name, Bionca remembered what happened. She clamped a hand over her mouth and gasped, and Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I will explain everything, Bionca, but you really do need your rest. Your attack was only two days ago, you have been asleep here ever since." Bionca's mind was racing with questions, but she dared not to interrupt this man, for he had much honour. "Professor, I want to know, now!" Bionca stated roughly. Dumbledore sighed. He began. "Alright, but this is a very long story. When you went, foolishly, I might add, into the garden of your school, the dark creature lurking there was an Agistine. No one but select few know what they are, because there are only 2 in the whole world. They are servants of the dark lord. Much like wolves, but Voldemort transfigured them. They have human knowledge, super senses, incredible strength, and are VERY deadly. You came across one who had orders to bring you to Voldemort. Now, Agistine's can apparate. So you were taken many kilometers away, nearer to your "territories". Voldemort, as I understand, tried to kill you. You see, you are Bionca Potter, your parents died at the hands of him. He has a thirst for vengeance, and has tried, many times unsuccessfully to murder your brother Harry Potter. He came after you this time, knowing your threat to him as well. You see, you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor, enemy of Salazar Slytherin, whom Voldemort is heir. An ancient prophecy proclaims the heir of Gryffindor will one day be the demise of the heir of Slytherin. Of course he knew about this, and thought, if he killed all the Potter's and their relatives, he will surely prevail. But, like Harry, something about you stopped him. Do you recall?" Bionca, finally realising it was her turn to speak after absorbing this knowledge, began. "He, he tried Avada Kevadra on me, sir, twice. Some kind of, white shield engulfed me, the green light wouldn't pass, it couldn't get through. I think, I think before I blacked out, I think it recoiled on him and the rest of the men and women in the chamber." Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, it did. But Voldemort has many charms protecting him, highly advanced ones, to protect him from Avada Kevadra. His men and women might of died, but he is still out there, ready to attack again. Luckily, he does not know where you are. The Fidelius charm is working on you. Professor Flitwick is your secret keeper, since he is very keen with charms." "My, this is very much information to be given. May I rest?" Bionca asked timidly, as though he was about to make her run laps. "Of course you may, I will be back with the sorting hat later to sort you and then we can discuss your schooling." With that, Dumbledore left, and Bionca sipped the sleeping draught at her bedside.
It was a cold day at the school. The students around her all had their cloaks on, walking with each other through the many old pillars with plants growing on them, talking in their crowds, and she stood alone. Bionca folded her arms and stared at the ground, she was waiting for her friend Jasmine, whom was busy in the school, she assumed. Absentmindedly, she ran her fingers through her short hair to puff it up. She then smoothed her robes. She looked up to the clock on the arch of two pillars where the school doors were. It was noon. Jasmine said she would meet her there at noon, and of course, right on time, she walked through the doors, saw her, and waved with a big grin on her face. Bionca couldn't help but grin, also. She then chuckled when Jasmine, being her old clumsy self, tripped on the snow. She tried to get up, but her shoe was stuck in the bank. She finally dislodged her foot from her shoe and frowned at the snow holding it in. Bionca made her way over to Jasmine, and watched her pull out her wand, mutter a spell to unfreeze the snow around the shoe, and then she levitated the shoe to her hands and put it back on. "Ah. the wonders of magic!" She said, and they both laughed. They continued on down the path to the huge garden. They opened the magnificent bronze gates, and where they split, the school initials HC split. They walked through the path, chatting endlessly about the day before, the day ahead, school issues, social issues, they were always very open with each other. Just then, one of the green bushes snapped out a long arm made of twig, and stopped them. It then said, "You mustn't go any further. There is a dark creature lurking in this garden, and the staff has been called upon to take care of it." Just then, Bionca realised this was a guard plant, put here by the Herbology teacher so no students could trespass and enter the danger. "Bionca, you heard the plant, let's go!" Jasmine stuttered in fear. "No, I want to see what is in there!" Bionca stated bravely. "No way! There's some dark creature in there!" "I'm a seventh year, I can handle this!" Jasmine opened her mouth to reply, but then lowered her head, shook it, and stood back, "Fine, fine, I will not be joining you this time Bionca! Your bravery is going too far, even I do not have enough courage to join you. I'm sorry Bionca. I'm too afraid, you'll have to go in yourself." With that, Jasmine let out a sob and hugged Bionca. Bionca looked around nervously and patted her back, reassuring her. "Don't worry! We've had hundreds of DADA lessons! I'll be FINE! Bye Jasmine, see you in a bit, oh and if you might come across a teacher wondering where I am, tell them I went for a stroll in the garden by myself, for some "quiet time"." Bionce winked, but Jasmine didn't budge for a minute, then she slowly shook her head and walked off to join her other friends. Bionca turned back to the plant as it stated again what it had said before, like a broken record. "You mustn't go." The plant was cut off by Bionca, she raised her wand and shouted a spell which blew the arm off the plant. She quickly hopped to the other end so the new arm that just grew out wouldn't stop her. She smiled at the plant, whispered sorry in a condescending tone, and set off. The garden looked perfectly normal, nothing to hint a dark creature was lurking in its depths. Just then, everything went black.
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Bionca awoke with a start. Something cold was brushing against her forehead. Her eyes darted upwards as she saw a white, ghostly hand retract from her. "Do not make any noise, child. The Lord will be here shortly to dispose of you, do not make this difficult." She listened to this, not really grasping any of it, only noticing the man who stated it sounded nervous and as though he had rehearsed what he was going to say. She tried to sit up but found a powerful force on her chest, like a million bowling balls, but only when she tried to move. She let out a scream and the ghostly hand slapped her face. She moved her face in the direction of the slap and let out a whimper. "My name is Wormtail. But I'm sure it won't do you much good soon, as you are about to die." "WHAT?!?!" Bionca exclaimed, as she felt another slap. "Do NOT yell! You will disturb the others!" Bionca stifled a moan, but then gasped when she felt something rub against her chest. She looked down to see the hand caressing her, and pulled a face of revulsion that "Wormtail" plainly saw. She again tried to struggle but this only made his caressing harder, more like a rub. "Pretty girl, master will have some fun with you before your demise. You do not know who you are, do you?" Bionca, caught off guard by the ridiculous question, simply stated. "Of course I do, I am Bionca Potter!" Wormtail laughed as he began to unbutton her robes. She started to struggle again, but found the pressure even more unbearable. "Yes, yes, aren't you clever? You might be Bionca Potter, but you're ancestor is none other than Godric Gryffindor." Bionca stared at him with blank eyes, once filled with hatred, now tinted with confusion. "Who is Godric Gryffindor?" "I am not to give you that information, wait, and Master will." She looked down at him and took in his features. He was short, chubby, and was balding. She laughed internally, he looked like a big baby. She was then brough back to reality by the cold on her chest. He had taken off her robes, and was now working on unbuttoning the blouse. "What are you doing?" Bionca stated, nervously. "Master said I could indulge myself. It has been a long time since I made love to a woman." Wormtail became more frantic at unbuttoning her blouse, as Bionca tried once more to struggle. "You disgusting runt! I would never make love to you! Get off!" Bionca forcefully screamed. Wormtail again slapped her. "I said DO NOT yell!" He screamed as his double chin wobbled furiously. He unclasped bra and started again, "It's not like you have a choice." Just then, his Master walked in. Bionca could tell he really feared him, he fell to his knees before him and started blubbering, he looked much less frightening that way. She saw his master lower his hand to Wormtail's chin, as he guided him to stand. He then said something under his breath to him and pushed him aside. An eerie voice began to speak to her. "Hello, Ms. Potter, I'm sorry we cannot meet under better circumstances. As Wormtail has unfortunately not left to me to tell you," Just then, he shot a venemous look to Wormtail, "You are an heir of Godric Gryffindor. Since I am the direct heir of Salazar Slytherin, it would seem, you are my arch rival. It is said, 'the heirs will one day reunite and Gryffindor's heir will be the downfall of Slytherin's.' You see, I cannot let that happen. I am the most powerful wizard, ever. I am lord Voldemort." Bionca froze. Even she knew who he was. He, of course, was the evilest man around. And she was in him company. "Oh.My.God." She simply stated. He chuckled, and began to glide over to her. He opened his hands, he need not even use his wand, she realised, as he drew her closer. She was now upright, still bound, but no pressure. He freed her, and she fell to the ground after he lowered his hands. She hit the ground with a large thump, and quivered on the ground for a moment. He then started moving towards her. She crawled backwards, until she bumped into something. She looked up, there was a tall man with long blonde hair and a cane. He sniggered at her and she felt herself frozen once more. "Bionca, do not run, this will only be blindingly painful for a moment, then you can be back with your precious parents, Lily and Jamie, I believe it was, Lucius?" Voldemort sneered. "Not much of a fight they put up. then again, they were no match for me, I doubt they were even a match for the lowliest troll!" Bionca felt the anger inside her boil, she never knew her parents, never even heard a story. She had been moved to an orphanage in Canada after she was about a year old. She didn't remember them. She was snapped out of her reverie by Voldemort. He had his wand pointed at her, and was about to kill her, and she felt her bravery kick in. Maybe it was because she was so angry, angry at Wormtail for trying to rape her, angry at Voldemort for murdering her parents and then having the nerve to talk bad about them. She would show him. She let out a scream and began to run towards him. Her face, twisted in fury, didn't notice the laugh on Voldemort's lips as he muttered "Avada Kevadra" and she didn't notice the blinding pain going through her. He stepped back, and she stopped. She was suppose to be dead. But all she felt was pain. She looked around the dark cavern. The other men were speechless. Even Lord Voldemort was. He tried again, this time, less powerful and arrogant. "Ava-Ava- Avada Kevadra!" He finally got hold of himself. The blinding green light illuminated the cavern, but just as it did, a white oval, almost like a shield, had built itself around Bionca. She lifted her head high, closing her eyes from the bright whiteness. She felt sleepy, and surrendered to the dark.
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Bionca awoke with a start. She was in a bed, though nowhere she recognized. It appeared to be a hospital, but it looked also like a castle. A larger lady suddenly appeared from the curtains that were drawn. "Ah, you are awake, how are you feeling?" The lady asked. "Uh, a little confused." Bionca said slowly. "Yes, yes, that is to be expected. It will all be explained in good time, now eat this chocolate and I will give you a sleeping draught." Just after she finished her sentence, an old man with a large beard and long gray hair came strolling in. This seemed to infuriate the lady, as her face went red as she stood up quickly to greet the man. Or so to speak. "Headmaster, she is in no condition-" The old man, apparently Headmaster, waved her off as he went to sit by Bionca's bed. The lady huffed and stalked off. "Hello, Ms. Potter." The old man smiled. "Hello.Headmaster?" Bionca said. "You are correct, but you can also call me Professor Dumbledore." "I've heard of you! You helped defeat Voldemort!" At the sound of the name, Bionca remembered what happened. She clamped a hand over her mouth and gasped, and Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I will explain everything, Bionca, but you really do need your rest. Your attack was only two days ago, you have been asleep here ever since." Bionca's mind was racing with questions, but she dared not to interrupt this man, for he had much honour. "Professor, I want to know, now!" Bionca stated roughly. Dumbledore sighed. He began. "Alright, but this is a very long story. When you went, foolishly, I might add, into the garden of your school, the dark creature lurking there was an Agistine. No one but select few know what they are, because there are only 2 in the whole world. They are servants of the dark lord. Much like wolves, but Voldemort transfigured them. They have human knowledge, super senses, incredible strength, and are VERY deadly. You came across one who had orders to bring you to Voldemort. Now, Agistine's can apparate. So you were taken many kilometers away, nearer to your "territories". Voldemort, as I understand, tried to kill you. You see, you are Bionca Potter, your parents died at the hands of him. He has a thirst for vengeance, and has tried, many times unsuccessfully to murder your brother Harry Potter. He came after you this time, knowing your threat to him as well. You see, you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor, enemy of Salazar Slytherin, whom Voldemort is heir. An ancient prophecy proclaims the heir of Gryffindor will one day be the demise of the heir of Slytherin. Of course he knew about this, and thought, if he killed all the Potter's and their relatives, he will surely prevail. But, like Harry, something about you stopped him. Do you recall?" Bionca, finally realising it was her turn to speak after absorbing this knowledge, began. "He, he tried Avada Kevadra on me, sir, twice. Some kind of, white shield engulfed me, the green light wouldn't pass, it couldn't get through. I think, I think before I blacked out, I think it recoiled on him and the rest of the men and women in the chamber." Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, it did. But Voldemort has many charms protecting him, highly advanced ones, to protect him from Avada Kevadra. His men and women might of died, but he is still out there, ready to attack again. Luckily, he does not know where you are. The Fidelius charm is working on you. Professor Flitwick is your secret keeper, since he is very keen with charms." "My, this is very much information to be given. May I rest?" Bionca asked timidly, as though he was about to make her run laps. "Of course you may, I will be back with the sorting hat later to sort you and then we can discuss your schooling." With that, Dumbledore left, and Bionca sipped the sleeping draught at her bedside.