Disclaimer: I only own Michaela as of yet and of course the plot, which
you'll get to VERY soon.
Authors Note: This is kind of an apology for reposting the first two chapters. I'm sorry to those of you who are reading it. As of yet I only know of one because I haven't opened up my e-mail or checked the review number. Then there are those people that don't review. Anyway enjoy.
Chapter Three: Her Story
"You're my what?" Johnny asked. He was obviously in a bit of shock, but who wouldn't be? "I'm your sister" repeated Michaela. Again her words got her only a blank, shocked, and slightly disbelieving look from the one they were directed at.
Michaela sighed. She had been falsely hoping he would accept her words without question or explanation. She wasn't very good at keeping her reasoning short or her thought processes from wandering, and she really didn't want to pull an all nighter telling her life story. So this time she promised herself she'd keep the side-tracking and/or just plain rambling to the bare minimum. Plus she was faintly worried that too much shock and stress would send him into a fit or cause him to faint. She had discovered in the past that injured people tended to be more susceptible to these kinds of things. Michaela had just decided on a minimum risk course of action when six guys barged into the room, followed closely by the nurse demanding to know who Michaela was and what was going on. They were all talking at the same time so their words were so jumbled only the concept got across; they wanted to know "what the hell" she was doing there. This continued until Michaela having had enough, yelled one loud attention grabbing "HEY!!!" and then politely asked the nurse to step out of the room. She and the guys had to talk alone. "Oh this is gonna be fun" she thought sarcastically. First, Johnny introduced everyone to Michaela, well sorta, so she didn't have to say hey you and have all seven heads in the room turn towards her. Then the room got quiet when the tough guy who had been introduced as Dally walked over to Johnny. "Who is she?" he asked "Is she bothering you?" He looked like he'd be more than happy to escort Michaela out from the look on his face that could easily have been described as "decidedly twisted" or "eager". "She claims to be my sister." Johnny said hoarsely "and I believe she was about to explain something to me when you guys came in." He looked imploringly at Michaela who nodded, and with his eyes he told her it was ok to say whatever it was she had to in front of the guys. The others were vaguely aware of this and a bit surprised by the level of familiarity between the two already. Michaela nodded again and started talking, telling them her story from that fateful night nearly sixteen years ago.
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"It all started in a place called Godric's Hollow in the dead of night almost sixteen years ago. My twin Harry and I were barely a year and a half old and our younger brother Shea not even year. Mom was reading to us. It was something way over our heads; a muggle story, something about a princess in hiding, a curse, and a spinning wheel. Dad was helping her put us to be when the front door burst open. He rushed in that direction yelling at mom to take us and go. She refused and chose to protect us instead. She wouldn't leave dad. "The dark Lord Voldemort was here and he meant for our whole family to die. He hated our family. We were the Potters and one of the strongest families supporting Albus Dumbledore, the only man he feared. Dumbledore was the new headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the only thing that stood between Voldemort and controlling both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. The way he saw it, the only way to weaken Dumbledore was to get rid of as many of his followers as possible. "He killed our parents and then he came for us. He tried to kill us too. But Mom and Dad had died so that we could live and when he tried to curse us it backfired on him. He became nothing more than an insidious memory. He no longer had a body and he wasn't strong enough to make himself a new one yet so he fled, already searching for ways to get his powers back so he could try to kill us again. It was no longer because he wanted to weaken Dumbledore, although he still wanted to rule. Now it was for revenge, he wanted us out of the way because he was afraid of our power and for what we had done to him. We had delivered him a humiliating blow, one that is still talked about. "He didn't die without causing some damage though. "The house was burning from misfired curses, both from our parent and the Dark Lord, and because we didn't know any better we started crawling through the house. Harry took toddler steps over to table and sat down by one of the 'big' chairs. I wandered over to one of the closets and started playing with mom's shoes and you sat down right where mom had left you and started playing with your toys. None of us could perceive at the time how different our lives were going to be." She was suddenly talking directly to Johnny instead of staring at an invisible point on the wall in back of everyone else. Her eyes were focused on Johnny's. "I didn't saw clearly what they looked like, but suddenly a man and woman came in took one glance around, saw Mom and Dad sprawled on the floor and took you away. Then, not five minutes later a huge man with a tangled mass of black hair came in and took Harry. Now I was all alone. "The smoke got really bad and I started to cry because I couldn't breathe. I think I passed out. "When I woke up I was in an orphanage where I spent the next four and a half years, when I wasn't in a foster home. I had eight of those total but they all ended badly. I either wasn't what the couple was looking for in a little girl, I freaked them out with all of the weird things that seemed to happen around me, or more likely I acted up because I didn't want to live with them. "I was having dreams of life back home. Just little flashes but I knew what they were all the same. I shouldn't have remembered how my life was when I was that young. I was having nightmares of when Mom and Dad died. I could hear Mom scream and high cruel, cold, laughter. I heard her say, "No! Spare my children". I'd see a flash of green light from the other room and then I'd wake up. I'd be panting and drenched in sweat. "No one came to see if I was ok, ever. I never got close to either the other kids or the counselors in the orphanage. No one wanted to get close to the "outsider" or the "devil child". I wasn't treated very well and when they did admit to noticing me they'd just poke fun. I had to hide from the other children. When that happened the "un natural occurrences" happened. "Enough of that though. Those times are over for me. I thought they were over for all of us. "Then one day an old man came in with a severe looking woman. I remember thinking that this was strangest looking couple I'd ever seen. The man had snow white hair and beard, both long enough to tuck into his belt and twinkling blue eyes. The Woman had her hair up in the tightest bun I'd ever seen and square rimmed glasses. Stranger to me was what they wore. The man was wearing midnight blue robes and a pointy hat and the woman was wearing black robes with designs on the sleeves. "To my surprise they spotted me and immediately asked to adopt me. They didn't even look at the other children or ask anything about me. It was almost like they knew who they were looking for and what I was. Even stranger to me was that I found I trusted them and wanted them to adopt me. I wanted to go with them. I wanted it with every part of my being. I was leaving the orphanage for good this time!!! "They took me in a car that they called a muggle vehicle to a pub that was apparently invisible to non magical folk. Looking back now though I believe the only reason we rode in the car was they didn't want to traumatize me this early on by introducing me to floo powder. Anyway, the pub was called the Leaky Cauldron and behind it there was an alley that led into Diagon Alley. "Diagon Alley is an all wizarding community. It's kind of like one of your shopping malls. It's just a place where witches and wizards cross paths to get supplies, enjoy each others company, and relax. They have everything there, clothes, spell books, spell components, wands, pets, even wizarding ice cream. Let me tell you from experience that it's the best. "After they took me to buy countless robes, a wand, basic wizarding supplies, and my own owl that I named Eleni, we went to Hogwarts. "The term had already started when they found out I was at the orphanage. They ad come as soon professor Trelawney had gotten her vision. I'm told that by uncle Albus that it's the only real one she had, that was until three years ago and yesterday. Kinda funny to higher her then if you ask me, but I'm getting off track. again. "I received one of mom's old possessions that first Christmas. She had apparently bought an invisibility cloak of her own some time in her third year. Dad and his group of friends called the Marauders would sneek off to do secret errands and have meetings and Mom would follow. "If it hadn't been for the cloak I couldn't have snuck into the back of the classrooms to learn the lessons in secret. "By the time it was actually time for me to officially start Hogwarts I was eleven and at a fifth year level. I saw Harry for the first time in ten years, that year. He hadn't remembered me and of course aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon certainly hadn't told him about you and me. The news came as a bit of a welcome shock for him. He wasn't treated very well there. It was almost exactly like it had been for me at the orphanage. Only it was worse for him in a way because it had been our own family, Mom's sister and her husband that had called him a freak. At least with me it had been by strangers. "I didn't get to see him as much as I'd have liked though because it seems uncle Albus had known about my unauthorized learning sessions and had me skipped ahead to sixth year lessons. Of course the professors all wanted explanations as to why this was to happen and they got them. Some took it better than others. "I'll tell you what happened during my last two years at Hogwarts and all of Harry's later because my tale up to this point is turning into the one thing I least wanted it to be. an epic. "Anyway, I took the tests for all of the classes I had secretly taken and then finished up my last two years. That's when I started searching for you Shea. That's what I've spent the last four years of my life doing, and now I've finally found you. And look at you you're a mess." When she finished her story she looked around and saw each of these emotions playing across the seven faces: disbelief, acceptance, boredom, curiosity, cynicism, stupor, and the only one that mattered, a kind of uncertain love.
Authors Note: This is kind of an apology for reposting the first two chapters. I'm sorry to those of you who are reading it. As of yet I only know of one because I haven't opened up my e-mail or checked the review number. Then there are those people that don't review. Anyway enjoy.
Chapter Three: Her Story
"You're my what?" Johnny asked. He was obviously in a bit of shock, but who wouldn't be? "I'm your sister" repeated Michaela. Again her words got her only a blank, shocked, and slightly disbelieving look from the one they were directed at.
Michaela sighed. She had been falsely hoping he would accept her words without question or explanation. She wasn't very good at keeping her reasoning short or her thought processes from wandering, and she really didn't want to pull an all nighter telling her life story. So this time she promised herself she'd keep the side-tracking and/or just plain rambling to the bare minimum. Plus she was faintly worried that too much shock and stress would send him into a fit or cause him to faint. She had discovered in the past that injured people tended to be more susceptible to these kinds of things. Michaela had just decided on a minimum risk course of action when six guys barged into the room, followed closely by the nurse demanding to know who Michaela was and what was going on. They were all talking at the same time so their words were so jumbled only the concept got across; they wanted to know "what the hell" she was doing there. This continued until Michaela having had enough, yelled one loud attention grabbing "HEY!!!" and then politely asked the nurse to step out of the room. She and the guys had to talk alone. "Oh this is gonna be fun" she thought sarcastically. First, Johnny introduced everyone to Michaela, well sorta, so she didn't have to say hey you and have all seven heads in the room turn towards her. Then the room got quiet when the tough guy who had been introduced as Dally walked over to Johnny. "Who is she?" he asked "Is she bothering you?" He looked like he'd be more than happy to escort Michaela out from the look on his face that could easily have been described as "decidedly twisted" or "eager". "She claims to be my sister." Johnny said hoarsely "and I believe she was about to explain something to me when you guys came in." He looked imploringly at Michaela who nodded, and with his eyes he told her it was ok to say whatever it was she had to in front of the guys. The others were vaguely aware of this and a bit surprised by the level of familiarity between the two already. Michaela nodded again and started talking, telling them her story from that fateful night nearly sixteen years ago.
******************************** Flashback ******************************
"It all started in a place called Godric's Hollow in the dead of night almost sixteen years ago. My twin Harry and I were barely a year and a half old and our younger brother Shea not even year. Mom was reading to us. It was something way over our heads; a muggle story, something about a princess in hiding, a curse, and a spinning wheel. Dad was helping her put us to be when the front door burst open. He rushed in that direction yelling at mom to take us and go. She refused and chose to protect us instead. She wouldn't leave dad. "The dark Lord Voldemort was here and he meant for our whole family to die. He hated our family. We were the Potters and one of the strongest families supporting Albus Dumbledore, the only man he feared. Dumbledore was the new headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the only thing that stood between Voldemort and controlling both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. The way he saw it, the only way to weaken Dumbledore was to get rid of as many of his followers as possible. "He killed our parents and then he came for us. He tried to kill us too. But Mom and Dad had died so that we could live and when he tried to curse us it backfired on him. He became nothing more than an insidious memory. He no longer had a body and he wasn't strong enough to make himself a new one yet so he fled, already searching for ways to get his powers back so he could try to kill us again. It was no longer because he wanted to weaken Dumbledore, although he still wanted to rule. Now it was for revenge, he wanted us out of the way because he was afraid of our power and for what we had done to him. We had delivered him a humiliating blow, one that is still talked about. "He didn't die without causing some damage though. "The house was burning from misfired curses, both from our parent and the Dark Lord, and because we didn't know any better we started crawling through the house. Harry took toddler steps over to table and sat down by one of the 'big' chairs. I wandered over to one of the closets and started playing with mom's shoes and you sat down right where mom had left you and started playing with your toys. None of us could perceive at the time how different our lives were going to be." She was suddenly talking directly to Johnny instead of staring at an invisible point on the wall in back of everyone else. Her eyes were focused on Johnny's. "I didn't saw clearly what they looked like, but suddenly a man and woman came in took one glance around, saw Mom and Dad sprawled on the floor and took you away. Then, not five minutes later a huge man with a tangled mass of black hair came in and took Harry. Now I was all alone. "The smoke got really bad and I started to cry because I couldn't breathe. I think I passed out. "When I woke up I was in an orphanage where I spent the next four and a half years, when I wasn't in a foster home. I had eight of those total but they all ended badly. I either wasn't what the couple was looking for in a little girl, I freaked them out with all of the weird things that seemed to happen around me, or more likely I acted up because I didn't want to live with them. "I was having dreams of life back home. Just little flashes but I knew what they were all the same. I shouldn't have remembered how my life was when I was that young. I was having nightmares of when Mom and Dad died. I could hear Mom scream and high cruel, cold, laughter. I heard her say, "No! Spare my children". I'd see a flash of green light from the other room and then I'd wake up. I'd be panting and drenched in sweat. "No one came to see if I was ok, ever. I never got close to either the other kids or the counselors in the orphanage. No one wanted to get close to the "outsider" or the "devil child". I wasn't treated very well and when they did admit to noticing me they'd just poke fun. I had to hide from the other children. When that happened the "un natural occurrences" happened. "Enough of that though. Those times are over for me. I thought they were over for all of us. "Then one day an old man came in with a severe looking woman. I remember thinking that this was strangest looking couple I'd ever seen. The man had snow white hair and beard, both long enough to tuck into his belt and twinkling blue eyes. The Woman had her hair up in the tightest bun I'd ever seen and square rimmed glasses. Stranger to me was what they wore. The man was wearing midnight blue robes and a pointy hat and the woman was wearing black robes with designs on the sleeves. "To my surprise they spotted me and immediately asked to adopt me. They didn't even look at the other children or ask anything about me. It was almost like they knew who they were looking for and what I was. Even stranger to me was that I found I trusted them and wanted them to adopt me. I wanted to go with them. I wanted it with every part of my being. I was leaving the orphanage for good this time!!! "They took me in a car that they called a muggle vehicle to a pub that was apparently invisible to non magical folk. Looking back now though I believe the only reason we rode in the car was they didn't want to traumatize me this early on by introducing me to floo powder. Anyway, the pub was called the Leaky Cauldron and behind it there was an alley that led into Diagon Alley. "Diagon Alley is an all wizarding community. It's kind of like one of your shopping malls. It's just a place where witches and wizards cross paths to get supplies, enjoy each others company, and relax. They have everything there, clothes, spell books, spell components, wands, pets, even wizarding ice cream. Let me tell you from experience that it's the best. "After they took me to buy countless robes, a wand, basic wizarding supplies, and my own owl that I named Eleni, we went to Hogwarts. "The term had already started when they found out I was at the orphanage. They ad come as soon professor Trelawney had gotten her vision. I'm told that by uncle Albus that it's the only real one she had, that was until three years ago and yesterday. Kinda funny to higher her then if you ask me, but I'm getting off track. again. "I received one of mom's old possessions that first Christmas. She had apparently bought an invisibility cloak of her own some time in her third year. Dad and his group of friends called the Marauders would sneek off to do secret errands and have meetings and Mom would follow. "If it hadn't been for the cloak I couldn't have snuck into the back of the classrooms to learn the lessons in secret. "By the time it was actually time for me to officially start Hogwarts I was eleven and at a fifth year level. I saw Harry for the first time in ten years, that year. He hadn't remembered me and of course aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon certainly hadn't told him about you and me. The news came as a bit of a welcome shock for him. He wasn't treated very well there. It was almost exactly like it had been for me at the orphanage. Only it was worse for him in a way because it had been our own family, Mom's sister and her husband that had called him a freak. At least with me it had been by strangers. "I didn't get to see him as much as I'd have liked though because it seems uncle Albus had known about my unauthorized learning sessions and had me skipped ahead to sixth year lessons. Of course the professors all wanted explanations as to why this was to happen and they got them. Some took it better than others. "I'll tell you what happened during my last two years at Hogwarts and all of Harry's later because my tale up to this point is turning into the one thing I least wanted it to be. an epic. "Anyway, I took the tests for all of the classes I had secretly taken and then finished up my last two years. That's when I started searching for you Shea. That's what I've spent the last four years of my life doing, and now I've finally found you. And look at you you're a mess." When she finished her story she looked around and saw each of these emotions playing across the seven faces: disbelief, acceptance, boredom, curiosity, cynicism, stupor, and the only one that mattered, a kind of uncertain love.