The Darker Phoenix
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Omg... this is getting so monotonous, so I'm doing this for the last time. Ppl who read the later chapters, don't sue me for plagiarism. I only own GENESIS PHOENIX, everything else is J.K. Rowling material. Thank you, reception down the hall to your left.
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Genesis sat down softly in her dormitory. The red satin sheets of the beds felt homey and warm... but distant. Glancing around, she pulled the curtains to hide her own bed and flopped down among the soft covers. She noted that her things had been removed from the spare rooms at the other side of the school to the little alcove beside her bed. Flipping through the various pieces of clothing, Genesis checked for her cloak. Alas, it was no ordinary cloak. It wasn't even an invisibility cloak. No, it was a Phoenix cloak. (A/N: OOOOOOOH AAAAAAAAAAH!!!) It was the only remaining one. A sheath of shadowy material that made the wearer invisible, untouchable, inaudible, basically, nonexistent. Genesis stroked the watery fabric, and was still admiring it when the door to the dormitory creaked open. She flew into a flurry and was promptly tucked into bed, apparently fast asleep. Hermione crept up to study the girl's face. Then, as silently as she could, the young bookworm leafed through Genesis' possessions. Unable to find what she was looking for, Hermione swore quietly before retiring to her bathroom.
Curled on her bed, Genesis opened her eyes. 'That damned bitch.', she thought, clutching her Phoenix cloak. Soon after, Hermione returned to her bed and wrenched the curtains shut, followed closely by two figures which Genesis identified to be Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Slowly, the night mulled the three girls to sleep, while Genesis stayed alert, glaring at any sound that was issued.
It was two hours later, when the grand father clock in the corner struck two in the morning, that Genesis rose, flinging the cloak around her. Slowly, and invisible hand parted the bed curtains and Genesis left the dormitory. On the staircase, Genesis stopped short when a soft padding at the top of the staircase came to her attention. Standing flat against the wall, Genesis watched the stairs. She knew that it led to the Head Boy and Girl quarters - something that wasn't good. Soon after, a tall red-headed figure fluttered down the stairs. 'Fred Weasley', contemplated Genesis, 'how interesting.'. When Fred had disappeared down the staircase, Genesis followed suite.
In the common room, she once again saw Fred, this time locked in an embrace with a girl. 'Oh great heavens.', she revolted, as the feminine figure turned ever so slightly to reveal the face of Miss. Hermione Granger. Feeling quite faint, Genesis steered herself away from the awful, quite disgusting sight and focused her energies on opening the portrait without being noticed. The cloak did not prevent her actions from being noticed. Coincidentally to her advantage, Neville Longbottom fell into the room through the portrait hole, successfully distracting the couple as they questioned his abrupt appearance, allowing Genesis to slip through.
Out in the corridor, the young woman looked around. Sable, apparently, had either gone with his own cloak and was already at the pitch, or he had fallen asleep. Genesis shrugged and made her way through the castle and onto the great field that was the Quidditch pitch. There, her senses on fire, Genesis waited. Shortly, a shadowy figure could be seen moving beneath the stands, making its way towards the very spot that she was. 'Strange.', Genesis decided, as the black thing seated itself beside her.
"I can see through those you know.", Sable said looking her in the eye. Genesis glared defiantly back. She was still seventeen and perfectly permitted to be a bitch when needed.
"Better keep the cloak on Sable, there are prying eyes in these areas.", she whispered, deciding that if Sable could see through the cloak, he might as well be able to hear and touch her as well. Sable nodded and pulled his own invisibility cloak over his body. "You wanted to talk?" Sable nodded.
"You know, Genesis, I've read somewhere about a legendary dimension. I remember the name being... Eriu. Now, I've also read somewhere else, that there is a Lord on Eriu, by the name of Danann.", he paused slightly. "Would you like to tell me how you fit into all of this, Little Phoenix?", he asked. The world crashed down around her. Genesis stared in horror at the young man who had just uncovered a secret that she had hoped to banish with a new life. Sable looked at her expression. "Are you scared Genesis? Dark Eve? You can't run from him you know. He exists in this dimension as well." Sable waited but received no reply. "He is Satan in the Underworld. God in the Higher World. Danaa in Eriu, and here, he is known as Lord Voldemort." Genesis looked on in awed horror.
"Father?", she whispered, and then blacked out.
Disclaimer: Omg... this is getting so monotonous, so I'm doing this for the last time. Ppl who read the later chapters, don't sue me for plagiarism. I only own GENESIS PHOENIX, everything else is J.K. Rowling material. Thank you, reception down the hall to your left.
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Genesis sat down softly in her dormitory. The red satin sheets of the beds felt homey and warm... but distant. Glancing around, she pulled the curtains to hide her own bed and flopped down among the soft covers. She noted that her things had been removed from the spare rooms at the other side of the school to the little alcove beside her bed. Flipping through the various pieces of clothing, Genesis checked for her cloak. Alas, it was no ordinary cloak. It wasn't even an invisibility cloak. No, it was a Phoenix cloak. (A/N: OOOOOOOH AAAAAAAAAAH!!!) It was the only remaining one. A sheath of shadowy material that made the wearer invisible, untouchable, inaudible, basically, nonexistent. Genesis stroked the watery fabric, and was still admiring it when the door to the dormitory creaked open. She flew into a flurry and was promptly tucked into bed, apparently fast asleep. Hermione crept up to study the girl's face. Then, as silently as she could, the young bookworm leafed through Genesis' possessions. Unable to find what she was looking for, Hermione swore quietly before retiring to her bathroom.
Curled on her bed, Genesis opened her eyes. 'That damned bitch.', she thought, clutching her Phoenix cloak. Soon after, Hermione returned to her bed and wrenched the curtains shut, followed closely by two figures which Genesis identified to be Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Slowly, the night mulled the three girls to sleep, while Genesis stayed alert, glaring at any sound that was issued.
It was two hours later, when the grand father clock in the corner struck two in the morning, that Genesis rose, flinging the cloak around her. Slowly, and invisible hand parted the bed curtains and Genesis left the dormitory. On the staircase, Genesis stopped short when a soft padding at the top of the staircase came to her attention. Standing flat against the wall, Genesis watched the stairs. She knew that it led to the Head Boy and Girl quarters - something that wasn't good. Soon after, a tall red-headed figure fluttered down the stairs. 'Fred Weasley', contemplated Genesis, 'how interesting.'. When Fred had disappeared down the staircase, Genesis followed suite.
In the common room, she once again saw Fred, this time locked in an embrace with a girl. 'Oh great heavens.', she revolted, as the feminine figure turned ever so slightly to reveal the face of Miss. Hermione Granger. Feeling quite faint, Genesis steered herself away from the awful, quite disgusting sight and focused her energies on opening the portrait without being noticed. The cloak did not prevent her actions from being noticed. Coincidentally to her advantage, Neville Longbottom fell into the room through the portrait hole, successfully distracting the couple as they questioned his abrupt appearance, allowing Genesis to slip through.
Out in the corridor, the young woman looked around. Sable, apparently, had either gone with his own cloak and was already at the pitch, or he had fallen asleep. Genesis shrugged and made her way through the castle and onto the great field that was the Quidditch pitch. There, her senses on fire, Genesis waited. Shortly, a shadowy figure could be seen moving beneath the stands, making its way towards the very spot that she was. 'Strange.', Genesis decided, as the black thing seated itself beside her.
"I can see through those you know.", Sable said looking her in the eye. Genesis glared defiantly back. She was still seventeen and perfectly permitted to be a bitch when needed.
"Better keep the cloak on Sable, there are prying eyes in these areas.", she whispered, deciding that if Sable could see through the cloak, he might as well be able to hear and touch her as well. Sable nodded and pulled his own invisibility cloak over his body. "You wanted to talk?" Sable nodded.
"You know, Genesis, I've read somewhere about a legendary dimension. I remember the name being... Eriu. Now, I've also read somewhere else, that there is a Lord on Eriu, by the name of Danann.", he paused slightly. "Would you like to tell me how you fit into all of this, Little Phoenix?", he asked. The world crashed down around her. Genesis stared in horror at the young man who had just uncovered a secret that she had hoped to banish with a new life. Sable looked at her expression. "Are you scared Genesis? Dark Eve? You can't run from him you know. He exists in this dimension as well." Sable waited but received no reply. "He is Satan in the Underworld. God in the Higher World. Danaa in Eriu, and here, he is known as Lord Voldemort." Genesis looked on in awed horror.
"Father?", she whispered, and then blacked out.