Child of Darkness, Child of Light
By: Fyre Fairie Rated R (For mature content and violence) Summary: Harry finds out he has been lied to all his life. After GOF he travels to lands forgotten until he is ready to face the friends he abandoned, the love he will encounter, and the evil he must conquer. Just now when he has finally found his family will they all survive the war?
Chapter 6: History Repeats
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Darkness shrouded her and seeped though clothes and skin down to the very core of her bones and sole leaving absolutely no light behind. She was in a chamber of sorts, the chilly air giving her goose bumps and the flimsy gray commoner's dress she wore did nothing to protect her from it. Even with her feline eyes she could not see a thing. She was in the blackest of the black and the emptiest of the empty because wherever she was there was nothing in there with her.
No ceiling, no walls, no floors, no air, no gravity. There was just a sense of being and matter that couldn't quite reach her mind. She felt magic behind it, ancient magic, something strong but not beyond her capabilities. Pushing at it was useless she felt like there were a dozen binding spells placed on her magic and Athorian rock shackled onto her appendages. She felt useless and tired. So very tired, just wanted sleep to take her, take her for all eternity. But something at the back of her mind kept urging her to fight, fight for.the child. //But which child?\\ she didn't know she just had to stay awake and alive long enough to find out.
She floated for what seemed like hours until a bright light entered the chamber, so bright that it almost blinded her compared to the darkness and she squinted now recognizing her surroundings. She was in the main building of the Council of Magi, the basement where the dungeons were.
She vaguely felt someone latch onto her arms and hoist her up off the floor roughly. Dazedly she could only comply feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen and between her legs. //What's happening? Why do I hurt so much, why won't the pain heal and go away?\\ She let herself be led up staircases and through hallways trying to keep up with the stranger's pace.
A click of the door and a crack of a lock being placed upon a door as she was sat down onto an uncomfortable wooden stool behind a barred off area like a criminal was the only sound she registered besides the sharp clicks the stranger's shoes made as he or she walked. She felt shackles being placed on her ankles and wrists and she helplessly submitted to the bondage.
She couldn't see anything until then. Until a magical veil over her eyes had been taken off and she saw now that she faced the full Council. Each decked out in their preposterous black and white robes they reminded her of Death Eaters and she unconsciously shivered. They sat on platforms all around her in a circle looking down upon her expecting her to treat them like some kind of gods. But she would not; soon, very soon she promised herself they would all perish like the thousands of others under their influence when the revolution came. //Very Soon.\\
Although it was considered not only rude but inappropriate she spoke out first to them dismissing the thought of getting ten extra lashes across her back for speaking when not permitted to.
"On what account may I ask has the Council brought me here by? I received no warning for this trial or this kind of treatment. Speak now Magi your time on this Earth is short I will make sure of that myself but my threats alone are not worthy reason for a hefty sentence." She spoke with a confident air looking ten times more glorious in her rags than the Council in their expensive silks and satins.
"Silence mortal! You were not permitted to speak!" One of the council members barked at her, the one directly in front with the large mallet sitting atop his desk.
Scowling and clenching her fists she stood and gripped the bars. "Mortal!? Who are you calling a mortal? I'm sure you have not forgotten Cassarius that my soul is very much immortal and my body will heal itself if killed. I am a goddess compared to you fools who have not yet figured out how to rule the country by yourselves!" came her sharp cries but were abruptly stopped by a vicious pain ripping its way through her spine and her veins setting fire to her organs and flesh. All the extreme feeling packed all together. Ice, fire, sharpness, dullness, hurting, scalding, freezing. All working through her making her clench her teeth to keep from screaming.
Her vocal chords were aching for release but she would not submit would not relent. The pain was everywhere, a thousand times worse than the Cruciatus Curse and her mind and body were suffering yet no sounds escaped her. She realized they had hooked the sensitivity wires to her shackles and through there channeled all those feelings.
The pain stopped, they fully expected her to sit back down or fall on the ground passing out like many others had done; but neither happened. Instead she stood proud and tall staring them down until the oldest member named Cassarius spoke to her.
"You Emerald Desdemona Le Fey Princess of the Slytherin Kingdom kin to all Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and your own kingdom, descendant of Morgana the Sorceress, daughter of Liliana Potter and formerly known as Harry James Potter are herby brought before the Council of the Magi to discuss the fate of your newborn daughter Jasmine Liliana Le Fey born of supreme power to and worthy to stay on the Isle, certain circumstances need be discussed to perhaps change its living arrangements as the father is not know and blood or magical tests will not confirm its true parentage."
And from the far side of the chamber a woman in flowing white robes carrying a wailing child in her arms opened a door and stepped through into the large circular courtroom. A tuft of bright red hair and a chubby little arm poked out from its blankets.
Blackness surrounded her again and this time there was nothing to feel, see or hear, just simply blackness.
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Emerald sat bolt up in bed panting and gasping for breath she ran to the bathroom, pressure building up in her throat and a moment later picked up the toilet seat and heaved her last meal as well as some stomach acid. She sat there slumped against the wall of the bathroom getting the rhythm of her breathing pattern back slowly and gently. Groaning and wiping away some bile from the corner of her mouth she gladly accepted the glass of water Sirius held for her.
Upon feeling her jump out of bed like a flash of lightening then hearing a bout of retching coming from the bathroom Sirius had become concerned and went to fetch a cup of water while he sent Remus to the bathroom to check on Emma.
While Remus had arrived before Sirius and let her lean against his chest her muddled mind barely associated his presence compared to the events of her dream. Could that have been part of the time she missed? Had she had a child at that point without knowing? If so the Council probably made sure to hide it from her for a reason, what reason she didn't know but it made sense. The time she missed was around nine or ten months enough time to conceive and give birth but where was the little baby Jasmine and who was the father?
If the child were in Ambrosia then she would be five years old by now but if she were sent here then she would only be a year old. She had to find her but where could she start.
Then it hit her. "The orphanage" she whispered surprising both men sitting by her.
"Emm what about the orphanage? Is something wrong?" Remus asked giving her a worried gaze.
"I know what happened Remmy." She whispered hopelessly on the verge or tears. "They took my child." She said shocking them both.
"CHILD?!" Sirius nearly screamed but was shushed by the other man who rocked her back and forth gently.
"What child Emm?" he asked
"They took my daughter.I didn't even get a chance to hold her but they took her away and hid her from me. I need to find her!" she sobbed her lips trembling and her eyes darting around frantically.
"Wait a moment, since when did you have a daughter? Who's the father?"
"I didn't know until now, they blocked my memory of her. But I don't know the father. There was never a father." She murmured in a frightened voice. "I remember dreams." She was almost in a trance now locked in her memories and letting the two question her.
"What dreams Emmy?" Sirius spoke rubbing her arms to keep her warm.
"About the shadows." Her tone was slightly eerie and neither of them liked the implications of these shadows but they strove to find out.
"Shadows Emm?"
"Yes," she whispered not at all unlike a ghost. "They would come on nights when I was lonely I couldn't see who they were but they existed in my dreams alone. At first when I was younger they would just hold me and whisper that I was going to be okay, that they wouldn't let anything bad happen while with me. They told the truth, they kept the nightmares away every night, they helped keep me sane for so long."
Then when I got older they would make love to me, they were never real but I always had marks on my body afterwards. They were gentle, kind, familiar but I didn't know them. They would come through my bedroom doors, wood and golden doors with little angel faces carved into them. Then climb on my bed with forest green and cream-colored hangings. All I know is their touches their kisses, they spoke sometimes, promising never to hurt me. I believed them you know. There was a spell, a combination, a mixing spell of some sort, I didn't recognize it though. The dreams lasted for years until one day they stopped coming and they left breaking their promise of always being there."
By the time she had finished both men had gone beyond pale and Sirius had resorted to biting his nails, a nervous habit. Looking at Remus for confirmation the werewolf nodded slightly startled.
"Did you have a large vanity in your room, jewelry slung around the corners and cosmetics on the counter with an ivory and silver comb that sat beside an ivory and silver jewelry box. Perfumes in all kinds of bottles and you often left your dresser door open to block off the window from view?" he described shakily never letting go of his tight grip on her hand.
Startled at the fact that Sirius knew all that she nodded, confused and was about to ask him but Remus continued.
"There was a large mahogany chest at the foot of your bed with cream pillows on top to make a little seat. A fluffy rug so thick and soft you felt like you were walking in jelly. A long hallway led to a sitting room, a bathroom, and a closet connected to your bedroom. There were books stocked on every shelf in your quarters. So many books you could hardly read all of them in one life time." He spoke softly.
"How?" she asked looking back and forth between them her voice hitching slightly and failing her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and listened her eyes still misty and red from crying earlier.
"You're our shadow vixen then." Sirius said softly rubbing smooth circles on her hands. "We've been having the same dreams for weeks about a woman that invited us to her bed. It felt so real and in the morning marks were present but no sign of the woman. We thought we were going mad or botched up some spell and mixed our dreams together. We couldn't see your face or color but we could feel you."
"It was the strangest thing we've ever experienced. We tried to get help too but none of it worked, no spells, no potions, nothing. We kept having the dreams. Dreams of.you." Remus said softly his breath tickled her ear and from the moment she heard they sought help she froze.
"You didn't tell Dumbledore did you?" she begged hoping to god that they hadn't. Dumbledore already had too much leverage on her, until she burned his evidence that is.
"No," Remus shook his head a bit puzzled at her behavior. "I know you won't believe it but we went to Snape. Just curious but why are you so against Dumbledore?"
"Oh get over your hero worshipping Remus!" Sirius yelled. "He may have let you attend Hogwarts and then later let you work as a teacher but didn't you hear him talking to her about all those offenses she created. He was shoving it all in her face and singing it to the world. Jeez if he wasn't Dumbledore I would have chewed his throat out." He growled.
"Yes I heard that Sirius but he was stating the obvious." Before he could have said any more Emma butted into the argument.
"If it wasn't for Dumbledore my parents would still be alive, Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban and you Remus would have been in contact with your friends for thirteen years until Padfoot escaped. Desdemona may tell exaggerated versions of the truth but she never lies. That is one thing that I had learned about her, she never lies just exaggerates." She murmured with a sad smirk on her face.
"He wouldn't Emm."
"Don't look so astonished Remus you must have known there was something fishy about him. He's human after all and even the most innocent of us are a bit sadistic." She snarled at him and clenched her fists tightly. Everything was going down hill from there. Why was it now that her memory came back and not yesterday or a year ago? Was this all real or another elaborate trick?
"I need to look for her." She whimpered all of a sudden and sank against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. //But when I find her how can I be a proper mother when I had no example to go by either earlier in my childhood and later in life.\\
"We'll start looking in the morning, why don't we go get some sleep?" Sirius whispered gently and moved to help her up but shaking her head she roughly slapped his hands away and stood away from both of them.
"No! I'm going to find her now!" she yelled almost at the top of her lungs and nearly boiled over letting some excess magic seep through and shatter a vase by the sink. Clenching her fists harder to point where her fingernails were digging into her skin the metal claws popped out scaring both men.
"Holy shit! I thought those things popped out of the gloves that she wore." Sirius stared wide-eyed at them and held up his hands moving slowly towards her.
"Emmy," he called softly. "Emmy calm down I won't hurt you just sit down for a minute so we can all talk calmly."
"No there's no time to sit or talk I have to see Desa, she knows what happened she has to have known. She knows about my father after all."
"She was lying about Snape being your father!" they both chorused.
"Oh?" she asked. "Well I actually doubt that my mother would have a child with her own cousin who's immediate family was not outcast from Ambrosia so it couldn't have been him that she was talking about. The Snape's are an old family from the Slytherin Kingdom; they were exiled for campaigning against the Council just like I do. My mother loved him surely you remember them being at least friendly to each other. The serpent birthmark it makes sense."
"Emm your talking nonsense, what birthmark?" It was Remus who had finally gone over to her slowly and coaxed her to relax and let the blades back into her arms. She had been talking about the birthmark that marked a Snape family member. It was part of a curse the Magi had issued on the family to keep track of them, her's was right in the center of her lower back, it was a tattoo of a viper twisted into a horizontal figure eight with its head facing out and its forked tongue out, hissing and its bright yellow green eyes gleaming.
"We are positive James is your father, he was only a Potter by marriage, his father was really his step father because James' real father died before he was born and after his mother died, Neil, his stepfather married a woman with the last name of Gryffin, which I'm sure could be the shortened version of Gryffindor and they both adopted him. He wasn't in any way related to your mother and Snape had nothing to do with you being conceived." The lyncanthrope's soft voice tried to reassure her but only managed to get the young woman wound up.
"Oh but he does have everything and nothing to do with it at the same time!" she answered confusing them both.
"You see," she started to further explain. "That is why King Solomon never talked of my father and when I asked him he said James was of no consequence and its true. I had two fathers just like our daughter. If James wasn't there I still would have been born because Snape would have been there."
"What are the chances of that Emmy? Snape and James hated each other we all know that." Sirius objected
"Nobody could really be sure about that Siri, after all this is a theory I'm talking about and besides James did save Snape's life you would never know how they acted in private towards each other. You can't forget Snape was a Death Eater at the time and he had to act a certain way to the Gryffindor's and muggle-borns otherwise he would have been reported to the Dark Lord."
"James hated Snape though, that I am certain of plus do you honestly think he'd share Lily with that greasy pedophile?" This time Emerald really did have to role her eyes at Sirius and sigh giving up on that subject and moving on to the next. The actual reason all of this was happening.
"No, but I know our child has two fathers, what if history is repeating itself?!"
"History doesn't repeat itself Emm it isn't possible." Remus argued.
Throwing her hands up into the air she howled in frustration and began to explain what she believed. "It is actually very much possible it indicates that certain events absolutely must take place otherwise things will keep repeating. In this case I believe Voldemort and the Council of Magi need to be taken down, it just makes sense."
"How is it repeating itself then?" Sirius asked a bit skeptically trying to sound neither believing nor disbelieving for Emma's benefit.
"Let's take in the past," she began. "My mother loved both Snape and James. Pettigrew betrayed both Lily and James. Voldemort killed James and Lily because he suspected I was a threat to him due to my magical potential. Pettigrew framed Sirius. I ended up pretty much an orphan and with my blood the Dark Lord's resurrection took place." She said counting off each event on a finger.
"Right." Both men affirmed her.
"Now I'm taking Lily's place, my daughter is taking my place, Remus is taking James' place and Sirius is taking James' place, while Ron is supposedly the traitor and Hermione is Sirius. That is happening because we haven't gotten rid of Voldemort yet." before she could go any further Sirius interrupted like a two year old.
"Hey! How come I'm taking Snape's place?!" he yelled visibly outraged and disgusted.
"Because Siri, everyone thought he was a criminal, a death eater like they think you are but in the end he survives although he becomes bitter he survives and plays a major role in time."
Her godfather still didn't look convinced and shuddered trying not to imagine a mental picture of the greasy Potions Master sharing a bed with his best friend and his goddaughter's mother.
"The proof of the fact that the Council should be taken down is that Desdemona is acting as Morgana would and Dumbledore as Merlin. The council was created around that time and only because the kingdoms couldn't control her." Pausing she took several breathes to finish what she was saying.
"And I'm guessing, and bear with my because this is only an educated guess with a lot of assumptions and few facts to back it up but I'm guessing that if Voldemort succeeds again then I would die saving my child's life along with Remmy. Ron would frame Hermione. Sirius would be miserable for a better portion of the rest of his life and spend his time terrorizing people within the boundaries of the law though. My daughter would grow up to be me, and Desa, Dumbledore and the Council would put her through the same treatment. It's simple and it all plans out the jigsaw puzzle fits perfectly now, for the first time in years everything makes sense."
The bathroom was silent as the all stood opposite each other pondering the true meaning of everything. This changed everything, instead of leading a normal life they had to stop the past from reoccurring and for Emma that would be a hard thing since she had almost no idea what had gone on at that time and would need the other two men to point out obvious things to her along the way.
//I guess destiny has decided I'm actually quite unworthy of happiness unless I pay the price for it. The price being possibly my life and the lives of the people I love. Oh what a tough break! I'm never going to get any peace especially with finding Jasmine.\\
"I think I know where she could be." She said staring off into space and getting calculating stares from the other two.
"Who?" both of them asked.
"Jasmine, our daughter." And she rushed into the living room to get dressed.
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"Here," rasped Desdemona's voice as she handed her staff back to Kamian. "I have unlocked as much of her memories as I could, it was not much but the Council blocked them off tightly and in my weak condition I could only do enough to unravel the mystery."
While recovering in the hospital wing the older woman had had Kamian to watch over and keep her company. Although it was undoubtedly poor company it was better than nothing. She had slept through half the day and when her eyes opened weakly she had decided to give her granddaughter a gift. Knowledge of what might and has happened. She was quite sure the girl was clever, clever enough to figure things out. And since her protectiveness over loved ones was so strong there wasn't a thought in her mind that suggested Emerald would not succeed in her mission. For the sake of her daughter and the two men she loved, she most definitely would.
"I don't understand why you wish to give her the child when she is the reason you are lying here half dead." The bulky man said harshly looking over his mistress' pale face and silently pitying her. If it wasn't for Desdemona he would still be on the streets and eventually the Council would track him down and force him into some kind of slavery. Thanks to the woman in front of him who took him in and cared for him, taught him in the arts of combat and torture he was grateful. And now to see his almost-mother looking so damaged it quaked him right down to the very core.
Chuckling dryly the older woman shook her head at him like she would a child. "You will most likely never understand the primitive laws. I admit I deserved what I received, I played with forces that were far beyond my reach and I tried to use a being such as Emerald for my purposes. She is the very core of light and purity that the Eternals instilled to this Earth and to push the dark into her would be heinous, it would bounce right back off onto me." She paused and smirked at him. "She could have easily killed me out there, but she didn't and I am in her debt as well as most appreciative of her. She could have killed you the day she gave you those scars but she didn't instead she did the right thing and ran to help her loved ones in this world. I just hope my teachings are remembered and used well along with my advice and the information I passed down."
Nodding his comprehension of the subject Kamian bowed his head and lay it down on the side of Desdemona's hospital bed murmuring into the sheets almost incoherently, "Then I can only be grateful to her as well."
It must have been just about near an hour later when the door to the hospital wing opened smoothly and the soft clicking of boot heals could be heard approaching in her direction on the sanitized white tile floors.
Calmly looking up at her granddaughters stony face Desdemona didn't dare make any kind of facial expression of speak first. //Best she calms down before we go back to our little games.\\ she thought.
"Where is she?" Emma snapped sharply and waited, her tall frame towering over her grandmother and shaking in anger. Silver/gray eyes focused on bright green the other woman calmly began to speak in a monotone voice.
"The Council insisted you not know of her because without finding the child's father they were frightened your daughter would be a half-god. They kept her in Ambrosia for four years, and the last I heard she was being moved to a muggle orphanage of some sort. She's been there for three months now. I don't know which one, I'm sorry, but I do have a picture, she's around the age of three in it." She answered and a quick but neutral nod from her granddaughter signaled for her to hand the photograph that she had over.
Reaching into her the pouch she brought with her she buried her hand in it and rummaged for several seconds before taking out a small box. Popping the lid on the box displayed many photographs in a flip frame. When she reached the one with a chubby cheeked giggling redhead in it waving enthusiastically at the camera and bouncing about slightly, her large green eyes sparkling merrily. It actually hurt to give such a precious item away and even worse to take away that smile on the child's face by putting her in an orphanage.
Emerald's face softened when she saw the little girl in the photograph smiling sweetly at her and cocking her head to the side curiously trying to figure out whom the lady looking down at her was. "She's beautiful." Emma whispered distantly gazing at the picture of her daughter, tracing her face with her fingertips and smiling back at the little girl. She could almost here the child's happy laughter and silly dialogue.
"Yes like her mother, and her grandmother. She's a little angel. The picture was taken on her third birthday, February 20, it was. Did you ever wonder where that locket you had went?"
Emma nodded responding to the question. She had been give been given a locket by Desdemona, a platinum heart with a sapphire in the middle and some sort of Latin phrase she did not recognize written on the beautifully crafted piece of jewelry. She had enchanted it to play one of the songs she sung when opened and on the back it said:
For my darling daughter Emerald where this necklace well I'll always love you ---Your mother Lily
She had lost it two years ago and had been devastated by the loss.
"I gave it to her," Desdemona spoke softly and picked at some loose threads on her blanket with her pale hands. "Except I changed the inscription to your names instead of Lily and yours. I told her it was from her mother and that one day she'd be with you."
"Thank you Desa," her granddaughter spoke sincerely practically forgetting their feud and forgiving her for past misdeeds before leaning down to embrace her gently as to not disturb the woman's aching body. "That means a lot to me, I'm glad she has something of mine. For now you get better, hear me? I'm going to need you to go back to Ambrosia soon, there are messages I'll need you to deliver." Briskly stepping away and wiping a few stray tears she squeezed her eyes shut to keep them from watering further and placed the picture of her little girl in her pocket.
Giving her granddaughter one of her semi-evil smirks she countered, "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to do? If so you better succeed and find Jasmine while you're at it."
"Don't worry grandmother, I will and as for Operation You Know What, there is nothing to worry about on your part, unless that is you get caught." She said referring to the start of the Revolution and the treason they would be charged with and killed afterwards if not worse if someone loyal to the Magi caught hold of their plan.
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Immediately after her chat with Desdemona Emerald had flown back on cloud to the hotel where both Remus and Sirius were anxiously awaiting her arrival. Smiling broadly as she jumped into the bedroom through the window they had left open for her arrival she ran up to hug both of them with a joyous cry.
"I haven't lost my sanity after all! Her birthday is February 20, she's four years and three months old." She exclaimed and held up the picture of the radiant child.
"We never doubted your sanity Emmy." Sirius murmured, captured by the image of his daughter. "She's gorgeous, looks a lot like you.has Remmy's ears though and a stronger jaw probably from my side." He smiled astounded that he had been a part in creating this little wonder.
"She's got wavy hair that runs into ringlets at the bottom though, while yours is straight. But her eyes are yours her facial features are mostly very much yours." He grinned and looked up for a moment comparing the mother with the daughter. "Did you find out where she is?"
Instantly Emma's buoyant smile had faltered and fell crashing down and her sad expression told them both all they needed to know. Shaking her head slightly she told them what Desa had in the hospital wing and went to look out the window that faced the side of the orphanage by it. The weak rays of the sunrise casting a weak light on the building's windows and for a moment Emma thought she could see a small child with bouncing red curls framing her pale face, no longer smiling but sleepy and sad.
Blinking once or twice to make sure her eyes weren't fooling her she looked again. This time though there was no little girl and figuring it was a figment of imagination she turned back around wearily and slumped into an armchair where she let heavy eyelids rest and soon falling asleep having both Sirius and Remus slip a blanket on her frame before lying down on the bed quietly.
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From within a cramped dormitory with wooden floors and pale yellow painted walls with its dirty paint peeling off a young redheaded girl peeked from under the window sill where she hid after seeing a strangely familiar woman across the street staring right at her with an unbelieving face. The woman held a strong resemblance to her; she was stunning and at the same time tired out, worked to the bone.
Many of the matrons there at the orphanage looked like that after a long day's work. Most of them were cranky when approached and it was best to stay clear of them. Silently the little girl kept gazing across the view through the other window for hours until she saw a man with dark hair and eyes approach it and look straight at her. His haunted eyes widened and he started opening and closing his mouth pointing in her direction. There seemed to be a scramble between two other people to get to the window but in her fright she ducked back under the windowsill to be kept from site of the three strange people.
About to get herself up from the wooden floor with creaking floorboards she froze when Mrs. Kensington's voice floated to her sharply and strictly. Mrs. Kensington was normally not a person to cross; she was in her mid fifties and wore a tight bun with a pencil struck through it all the time. Gray hair contrasting visibly with jet black her stern hazel gaze bore into her giving the red head the shivers.
"Why aren't you up yet Jasmine? You know the Jenkins' are coming today to sign the final papers concerning your adoption and picking you up to take back home? You best get ready child and I don't want any more of your whining, you are lucky as it is someone is willing to take you into their care especially Mr. and Mrs. J. they have adopted three other children from this very orphanage so you'll have children to play with. Oh, clean up and wear your Sunday's best before coming down."
With that the old matron spun around on her heel leaving the redhead alone to sulk and stomp over to her part of the dresser to extract some clothes. At four years of age Jasmine was an exceptionally bright child and acted twice, if not three times her age, comprehending things brilliantly and showing high potential for her future but right now the toddler inside her decided to come out and pout. It wasn't fair really, she didn't want to be adopted by the Jenkins' there was something wrong with those people.
Mr. Jenkins was a short balding man, a bit plump and seemed quite jovial, while Mrs. Jenkins was a tall thin woman with a terribly hooked nose and long neck making her look like a vulture. //Maybe it's a good thing they can't have children themselves\\ Jasmine thought. //I'd hate to imagine what kind of offspring they'd produce between each other.\\ And set out dressing in a light pink summer dress with white sandals.
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"Sirius are you sure you saw a girl that looked like her?" Remus asked for the fifty-third time in a row making the other man groan and slap his forehead against the wall.
"For the hundredth time, bloody hell Remmy, yes! Even Emma saw her before falling asleep, I'm telling you she has to be there! I'm telling you we should go and get her now, who knows she could bleeding well slip through our fingers while she's right under our noses and we wouldn't know it!"
They had been going over and over about the issue for almost an hour since Sirius woke them all up screaming bloody murder and pointing to the window gaping like a goldfish in water. They were waiting for Emerald who had went out to get breakfast for the three of them before they went over to the orphanage to check things out. Even though the young woman saw the girl too she felt it must have been a figment of her imagination, after all how likely was it that her daughter would be placed right next door to her. The Magi would have probably done a better job of hiding her wouldn't they?
"You know I want to get her too Padfoot but we need to be prepared before we go running into the orphanage and taking her away. The officials that way'd hunt us. Besides, what are a couple more hours of waiting? If she's actually there then she'll still be on the premises by the time we arrive with all the proper paper work." Remus admonished him and shook his head slightly frowning. He knew the chances of her being there were slim to none but since both Emma and Sirius had seen the little redhead then it could be possible unless both were so excited they were hallucinating.
//Yeah right! Famous last words Remmy!\\ he mentally shot back, physically tired to yell any more. //I don't have such a good feeling about this waiting idea, something bad is going to happen I just know it.\\ He groaned and thumped his head on the table again, a bruise probably already forming on the spot.
*********************************AUTHOR'S NOTE************************************
So how did everyone like this chapter? PLEASE REVIEW AND GIVE ME OPINIONS.
Sadly no one wanted to take me up on the guessing challenge but if you want to try predicting chapter seven be my guest.
Is the plot confusing anyone yet? I'd be glad to clear things up if so. By the way doesn't everyone think that Jasmine would be the cutest thing?!
I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the others but you'll have to make due I had to leave you with a cliffhanger just because I'm so evil! MWAHAHAHHAH! (Does the evil laugh.getting softer...nobody's laughing with me...stops laughing all together and goes to weep in the corner) Kidding!
Well stay tuned for chapter seven I might not post it tomorrow because it would be a hard chapter to write but it'll be up within two or three days I'm not really sure it would be better just to check on it every day or so. (
By: Fyre Fairie Rated R (For mature content and violence) Summary: Harry finds out he has been lied to all his life. After GOF he travels to lands forgotten until he is ready to face the friends he abandoned, the love he will encounter, and the evil he must conquer. Just now when he has finally found his family will they all survive the war?
Chapter 6: History Repeats
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Darkness shrouded her and seeped though clothes and skin down to the very core of her bones and sole leaving absolutely no light behind. She was in a chamber of sorts, the chilly air giving her goose bumps and the flimsy gray commoner's dress she wore did nothing to protect her from it. Even with her feline eyes she could not see a thing. She was in the blackest of the black and the emptiest of the empty because wherever she was there was nothing in there with her.
No ceiling, no walls, no floors, no air, no gravity. There was just a sense of being and matter that couldn't quite reach her mind. She felt magic behind it, ancient magic, something strong but not beyond her capabilities. Pushing at it was useless she felt like there were a dozen binding spells placed on her magic and Athorian rock shackled onto her appendages. She felt useless and tired. So very tired, just wanted sleep to take her, take her for all eternity. But something at the back of her mind kept urging her to fight, fight for.the child. //But which child?\\ she didn't know she just had to stay awake and alive long enough to find out.
She floated for what seemed like hours until a bright light entered the chamber, so bright that it almost blinded her compared to the darkness and she squinted now recognizing her surroundings. She was in the main building of the Council of Magi, the basement where the dungeons were.
She vaguely felt someone latch onto her arms and hoist her up off the floor roughly. Dazedly she could only comply feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen and between her legs. //What's happening? Why do I hurt so much, why won't the pain heal and go away?\\ She let herself be led up staircases and through hallways trying to keep up with the stranger's pace.
A click of the door and a crack of a lock being placed upon a door as she was sat down onto an uncomfortable wooden stool behind a barred off area like a criminal was the only sound she registered besides the sharp clicks the stranger's shoes made as he or she walked. She felt shackles being placed on her ankles and wrists and she helplessly submitted to the bondage.
She couldn't see anything until then. Until a magical veil over her eyes had been taken off and she saw now that she faced the full Council. Each decked out in their preposterous black and white robes they reminded her of Death Eaters and she unconsciously shivered. They sat on platforms all around her in a circle looking down upon her expecting her to treat them like some kind of gods. But she would not; soon, very soon she promised herself they would all perish like the thousands of others under their influence when the revolution came. //Very Soon.\\
Although it was considered not only rude but inappropriate she spoke out first to them dismissing the thought of getting ten extra lashes across her back for speaking when not permitted to.
"On what account may I ask has the Council brought me here by? I received no warning for this trial or this kind of treatment. Speak now Magi your time on this Earth is short I will make sure of that myself but my threats alone are not worthy reason for a hefty sentence." She spoke with a confident air looking ten times more glorious in her rags than the Council in their expensive silks and satins.
"Silence mortal! You were not permitted to speak!" One of the council members barked at her, the one directly in front with the large mallet sitting atop his desk.
Scowling and clenching her fists she stood and gripped the bars. "Mortal!? Who are you calling a mortal? I'm sure you have not forgotten Cassarius that my soul is very much immortal and my body will heal itself if killed. I am a goddess compared to you fools who have not yet figured out how to rule the country by yourselves!" came her sharp cries but were abruptly stopped by a vicious pain ripping its way through her spine and her veins setting fire to her organs and flesh. All the extreme feeling packed all together. Ice, fire, sharpness, dullness, hurting, scalding, freezing. All working through her making her clench her teeth to keep from screaming.
Her vocal chords were aching for release but she would not submit would not relent. The pain was everywhere, a thousand times worse than the Cruciatus Curse and her mind and body were suffering yet no sounds escaped her. She realized they had hooked the sensitivity wires to her shackles and through there channeled all those feelings.
The pain stopped, they fully expected her to sit back down or fall on the ground passing out like many others had done; but neither happened. Instead she stood proud and tall staring them down until the oldest member named Cassarius spoke to her.
"You Emerald Desdemona Le Fey Princess of the Slytherin Kingdom kin to all Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and your own kingdom, descendant of Morgana the Sorceress, daughter of Liliana Potter and formerly known as Harry James Potter are herby brought before the Council of the Magi to discuss the fate of your newborn daughter Jasmine Liliana Le Fey born of supreme power to and worthy to stay on the Isle, certain circumstances need be discussed to perhaps change its living arrangements as the father is not know and blood or magical tests will not confirm its true parentage."
And from the far side of the chamber a woman in flowing white robes carrying a wailing child in her arms opened a door and stepped through into the large circular courtroom. A tuft of bright red hair and a chubby little arm poked out from its blankets.
Blackness surrounded her again and this time there was nothing to feel, see or hear, just simply blackness.
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Emerald sat bolt up in bed panting and gasping for breath she ran to the bathroom, pressure building up in her throat and a moment later picked up the toilet seat and heaved her last meal as well as some stomach acid. She sat there slumped against the wall of the bathroom getting the rhythm of her breathing pattern back slowly and gently. Groaning and wiping away some bile from the corner of her mouth she gladly accepted the glass of water Sirius held for her.
Upon feeling her jump out of bed like a flash of lightening then hearing a bout of retching coming from the bathroom Sirius had become concerned and went to fetch a cup of water while he sent Remus to the bathroom to check on Emma.
While Remus had arrived before Sirius and let her lean against his chest her muddled mind barely associated his presence compared to the events of her dream. Could that have been part of the time she missed? Had she had a child at that point without knowing? If so the Council probably made sure to hide it from her for a reason, what reason she didn't know but it made sense. The time she missed was around nine or ten months enough time to conceive and give birth but where was the little baby Jasmine and who was the father?
If the child were in Ambrosia then she would be five years old by now but if she were sent here then she would only be a year old. She had to find her but where could she start.
Then it hit her. "The orphanage" she whispered surprising both men sitting by her.
"Emm what about the orphanage? Is something wrong?" Remus asked giving her a worried gaze.
"I know what happened Remmy." She whispered hopelessly on the verge or tears. "They took my child." She said shocking them both.
"CHILD?!" Sirius nearly screamed but was shushed by the other man who rocked her back and forth gently.
"What child Emm?" he asked
"They took my daughter.I didn't even get a chance to hold her but they took her away and hid her from me. I need to find her!" she sobbed her lips trembling and her eyes darting around frantically.
"Wait a moment, since when did you have a daughter? Who's the father?"
"I didn't know until now, they blocked my memory of her. But I don't know the father. There was never a father." She murmured in a frightened voice. "I remember dreams." She was almost in a trance now locked in her memories and letting the two question her.
"What dreams Emmy?" Sirius spoke rubbing her arms to keep her warm.
"About the shadows." Her tone was slightly eerie and neither of them liked the implications of these shadows but they strove to find out.
"Shadows Emm?"
"Yes," she whispered not at all unlike a ghost. "They would come on nights when I was lonely I couldn't see who they were but they existed in my dreams alone. At first when I was younger they would just hold me and whisper that I was going to be okay, that they wouldn't let anything bad happen while with me. They told the truth, they kept the nightmares away every night, they helped keep me sane for so long."
Then when I got older they would make love to me, they were never real but I always had marks on my body afterwards. They were gentle, kind, familiar but I didn't know them. They would come through my bedroom doors, wood and golden doors with little angel faces carved into them. Then climb on my bed with forest green and cream-colored hangings. All I know is their touches their kisses, they spoke sometimes, promising never to hurt me. I believed them you know. There was a spell, a combination, a mixing spell of some sort, I didn't recognize it though. The dreams lasted for years until one day they stopped coming and they left breaking their promise of always being there."
By the time she had finished both men had gone beyond pale and Sirius had resorted to biting his nails, a nervous habit. Looking at Remus for confirmation the werewolf nodded slightly startled.
"Did you have a large vanity in your room, jewelry slung around the corners and cosmetics on the counter with an ivory and silver comb that sat beside an ivory and silver jewelry box. Perfumes in all kinds of bottles and you often left your dresser door open to block off the window from view?" he described shakily never letting go of his tight grip on her hand.
Startled at the fact that Sirius knew all that she nodded, confused and was about to ask him but Remus continued.
"There was a large mahogany chest at the foot of your bed with cream pillows on top to make a little seat. A fluffy rug so thick and soft you felt like you were walking in jelly. A long hallway led to a sitting room, a bathroom, and a closet connected to your bedroom. There were books stocked on every shelf in your quarters. So many books you could hardly read all of them in one life time." He spoke softly.
"How?" she asked looking back and forth between them her voice hitching slightly and failing her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and listened her eyes still misty and red from crying earlier.
"You're our shadow vixen then." Sirius said softly rubbing smooth circles on her hands. "We've been having the same dreams for weeks about a woman that invited us to her bed. It felt so real and in the morning marks were present but no sign of the woman. We thought we were going mad or botched up some spell and mixed our dreams together. We couldn't see your face or color but we could feel you."
"It was the strangest thing we've ever experienced. We tried to get help too but none of it worked, no spells, no potions, nothing. We kept having the dreams. Dreams of.you." Remus said softly his breath tickled her ear and from the moment she heard they sought help she froze.
"You didn't tell Dumbledore did you?" she begged hoping to god that they hadn't. Dumbledore already had too much leverage on her, until she burned his evidence that is.
"No," Remus shook his head a bit puzzled at her behavior. "I know you won't believe it but we went to Snape. Just curious but why are you so against Dumbledore?"
"Oh get over your hero worshipping Remus!" Sirius yelled. "He may have let you attend Hogwarts and then later let you work as a teacher but didn't you hear him talking to her about all those offenses she created. He was shoving it all in her face and singing it to the world. Jeez if he wasn't Dumbledore I would have chewed his throat out." He growled.
"Yes I heard that Sirius but he was stating the obvious." Before he could have said any more Emma butted into the argument.
"If it wasn't for Dumbledore my parents would still be alive, Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban and you Remus would have been in contact with your friends for thirteen years until Padfoot escaped. Desdemona may tell exaggerated versions of the truth but she never lies. That is one thing that I had learned about her, she never lies just exaggerates." She murmured with a sad smirk on her face.
"He wouldn't Emm."
"Don't look so astonished Remus you must have known there was something fishy about him. He's human after all and even the most innocent of us are a bit sadistic." She snarled at him and clenched her fists tightly. Everything was going down hill from there. Why was it now that her memory came back and not yesterday or a year ago? Was this all real or another elaborate trick?
"I need to look for her." She whimpered all of a sudden and sank against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. //But when I find her how can I be a proper mother when I had no example to go by either earlier in my childhood and later in life.\\
"We'll start looking in the morning, why don't we go get some sleep?" Sirius whispered gently and moved to help her up but shaking her head she roughly slapped his hands away and stood away from both of them.
"No! I'm going to find her now!" she yelled almost at the top of her lungs and nearly boiled over letting some excess magic seep through and shatter a vase by the sink. Clenching her fists harder to point where her fingernails were digging into her skin the metal claws popped out scaring both men.
"Holy shit! I thought those things popped out of the gloves that she wore." Sirius stared wide-eyed at them and held up his hands moving slowly towards her.
"Emmy," he called softly. "Emmy calm down I won't hurt you just sit down for a minute so we can all talk calmly."
"No there's no time to sit or talk I have to see Desa, she knows what happened she has to have known. She knows about my father after all."
"She was lying about Snape being your father!" they both chorused.
"Oh?" she asked. "Well I actually doubt that my mother would have a child with her own cousin who's immediate family was not outcast from Ambrosia so it couldn't have been him that she was talking about. The Snape's are an old family from the Slytherin Kingdom; they were exiled for campaigning against the Council just like I do. My mother loved him surely you remember them being at least friendly to each other. The serpent birthmark it makes sense."
"Emm your talking nonsense, what birthmark?" It was Remus who had finally gone over to her slowly and coaxed her to relax and let the blades back into her arms. She had been talking about the birthmark that marked a Snape family member. It was part of a curse the Magi had issued on the family to keep track of them, her's was right in the center of her lower back, it was a tattoo of a viper twisted into a horizontal figure eight with its head facing out and its forked tongue out, hissing and its bright yellow green eyes gleaming.
"We are positive James is your father, he was only a Potter by marriage, his father was really his step father because James' real father died before he was born and after his mother died, Neil, his stepfather married a woman with the last name of Gryffin, which I'm sure could be the shortened version of Gryffindor and they both adopted him. He wasn't in any way related to your mother and Snape had nothing to do with you being conceived." The lyncanthrope's soft voice tried to reassure her but only managed to get the young woman wound up.
"Oh but he does have everything and nothing to do with it at the same time!" she answered confusing them both.
"You see," she started to further explain. "That is why King Solomon never talked of my father and when I asked him he said James was of no consequence and its true. I had two fathers just like our daughter. If James wasn't there I still would have been born because Snape would have been there."
"What are the chances of that Emmy? Snape and James hated each other we all know that." Sirius objected
"Nobody could really be sure about that Siri, after all this is a theory I'm talking about and besides James did save Snape's life you would never know how they acted in private towards each other. You can't forget Snape was a Death Eater at the time and he had to act a certain way to the Gryffindor's and muggle-borns otherwise he would have been reported to the Dark Lord."
"James hated Snape though, that I am certain of plus do you honestly think he'd share Lily with that greasy pedophile?" This time Emerald really did have to role her eyes at Sirius and sigh giving up on that subject and moving on to the next. The actual reason all of this was happening.
"No, but I know our child has two fathers, what if history is repeating itself?!"
"History doesn't repeat itself Emm it isn't possible." Remus argued.
Throwing her hands up into the air she howled in frustration and began to explain what she believed. "It is actually very much possible it indicates that certain events absolutely must take place otherwise things will keep repeating. In this case I believe Voldemort and the Council of Magi need to be taken down, it just makes sense."
"How is it repeating itself then?" Sirius asked a bit skeptically trying to sound neither believing nor disbelieving for Emma's benefit.
"Let's take in the past," she began. "My mother loved both Snape and James. Pettigrew betrayed both Lily and James. Voldemort killed James and Lily because he suspected I was a threat to him due to my magical potential. Pettigrew framed Sirius. I ended up pretty much an orphan and with my blood the Dark Lord's resurrection took place." She said counting off each event on a finger.
"Right." Both men affirmed her.
"Now I'm taking Lily's place, my daughter is taking my place, Remus is taking James' place and Sirius is taking James' place, while Ron is supposedly the traitor and Hermione is Sirius. That is happening because we haven't gotten rid of Voldemort yet." before she could go any further Sirius interrupted like a two year old.
"Hey! How come I'm taking Snape's place?!" he yelled visibly outraged and disgusted.
"Because Siri, everyone thought he was a criminal, a death eater like they think you are but in the end he survives although he becomes bitter he survives and plays a major role in time."
Her godfather still didn't look convinced and shuddered trying not to imagine a mental picture of the greasy Potions Master sharing a bed with his best friend and his goddaughter's mother.
"The proof of the fact that the Council should be taken down is that Desdemona is acting as Morgana would and Dumbledore as Merlin. The council was created around that time and only because the kingdoms couldn't control her." Pausing she took several breathes to finish what she was saying.
"And I'm guessing, and bear with my because this is only an educated guess with a lot of assumptions and few facts to back it up but I'm guessing that if Voldemort succeeds again then I would die saving my child's life along with Remmy. Ron would frame Hermione. Sirius would be miserable for a better portion of the rest of his life and spend his time terrorizing people within the boundaries of the law though. My daughter would grow up to be me, and Desa, Dumbledore and the Council would put her through the same treatment. It's simple and it all plans out the jigsaw puzzle fits perfectly now, for the first time in years everything makes sense."
The bathroom was silent as the all stood opposite each other pondering the true meaning of everything. This changed everything, instead of leading a normal life they had to stop the past from reoccurring and for Emma that would be a hard thing since she had almost no idea what had gone on at that time and would need the other two men to point out obvious things to her along the way.
//I guess destiny has decided I'm actually quite unworthy of happiness unless I pay the price for it. The price being possibly my life and the lives of the people I love. Oh what a tough break! I'm never going to get any peace especially with finding Jasmine.\\
"I think I know where she could be." She said staring off into space and getting calculating stares from the other two.
"Who?" both of them asked.
"Jasmine, our daughter." And she rushed into the living room to get dressed.
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"Here," rasped Desdemona's voice as she handed her staff back to Kamian. "I have unlocked as much of her memories as I could, it was not much but the Council blocked them off tightly and in my weak condition I could only do enough to unravel the mystery."
While recovering in the hospital wing the older woman had had Kamian to watch over and keep her company. Although it was undoubtedly poor company it was better than nothing. She had slept through half the day and when her eyes opened weakly she had decided to give her granddaughter a gift. Knowledge of what might and has happened. She was quite sure the girl was clever, clever enough to figure things out. And since her protectiveness over loved ones was so strong there wasn't a thought in her mind that suggested Emerald would not succeed in her mission. For the sake of her daughter and the two men she loved, she most definitely would.
"I don't understand why you wish to give her the child when she is the reason you are lying here half dead." The bulky man said harshly looking over his mistress' pale face and silently pitying her. If it wasn't for Desdemona he would still be on the streets and eventually the Council would track him down and force him into some kind of slavery. Thanks to the woman in front of him who took him in and cared for him, taught him in the arts of combat and torture he was grateful. And now to see his almost-mother looking so damaged it quaked him right down to the very core.
Chuckling dryly the older woman shook her head at him like she would a child. "You will most likely never understand the primitive laws. I admit I deserved what I received, I played with forces that were far beyond my reach and I tried to use a being such as Emerald for my purposes. She is the very core of light and purity that the Eternals instilled to this Earth and to push the dark into her would be heinous, it would bounce right back off onto me." She paused and smirked at him. "She could have easily killed me out there, but she didn't and I am in her debt as well as most appreciative of her. She could have killed you the day she gave you those scars but she didn't instead she did the right thing and ran to help her loved ones in this world. I just hope my teachings are remembered and used well along with my advice and the information I passed down."
Nodding his comprehension of the subject Kamian bowed his head and lay it down on the side of Desdemona's hospital bed murmuring into the sheets almost incoherently, "Then I can only be grateful to her as well."
It must have been just about near an hour later when the door to the hospital wing opened smoothly and the soft clicking of boot heals could be heard approaching in her direction on the sanitized white tile floors.
Calmly looking up at her granddaughters stony face Desdemona didn't dare make any kind of facial expression of speak first. //Best she calms down before we go back to our little games.\\ she thought.
"Where is she?" Emma snapped sharply and waited, her tall frame towering over her grandmother and shaking in anger. Silver/gray eyes focused on bright green the other woman calmly began to speak in a monotone voice.
"The Council insisted you not know of her because without finding the child's father they were frightened your daughter would be a half-god. They kept her in Ambrosia for four years, and the last I heard she was being moved to a muggle orphanage of some sort. She's been there for three months now. I don't know which one, I'm sorry, but I do have a picture, she's around the age of three in it." She answered and a quick but neutral nod from her granddaughter signaled for her to hand the photograph that she had over.
Reaching into her the pouch she brought with her she buried her hand in it and rummaged for several seconds before taking out a small box. Popping the lid on the box displayed many photographs in a flip frame. When she reached the one with a chubby cheeked giggling redhead in it waving enthusiastically at the camera and bouncing about slightly, her large green eyes sparkling merrily. It actually hurt to give such a precious item away and even worse to take away that smile on the child's face by putting her in an orphanage.
Emerald's face softened when she saw the little girl in the photograph smiling sweetly at her and cocking her head to the side curiously trying to figure out whom the lady looking down at her was. "She's beautiful." Emma whispered distantly gazing at the picture of her daughter, tracing her face with her fingertips and smiling back at the little girl. She could almost here the child's happy laughter and silly dialogue.
"Yes like her mother, and her grandmother. She's a little angel. The picture was taken on her third birthday, February 20, it was. Did you ever wonder where that locket you had went?"
Emma nodded responding to the question. She had been give been given a locket by Desdemona, a platinum heart with a sapphire in the middle and some sort of Latin phrase she did not recognize written on the beautifully crafted piece of jewelry. She had enchanted it to play one of the songs she sung when opened and on the back it said:
For my darling daughter Emerald where this necklace well I'll always love you ---Your mother Lily
She had lost it two years ago and had been devastated by the loss.
"I gave it to her," Desdemona spoke softly and picked at some loose threads on her blanket with her pale hands. "Except I changed the inscription to your names instead of Lily and yours. I told her it was from her mother and that one day she'd be with you."
"Thank you Desa," her granddaughter spoke sincerely practically forgetting their feud and forgiving her for past misdeeds before leaning down to embrace her gently as to not disturb the woman's aching body. "That means a lot to me, I'm glad she has something of mine. For now you get better, hear me? I'm going to need you to go back to Ambrosia soon, there are messages I'll need you to deliver." Briskly stepping away and wiping a few stray tears she squeezed her eyes shut to keep them from watering further and placed the picture of her little girl in her pocket.
Giving her granddaughter one of her semi-evil smirks she countered, "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to do? If so you better succeed and find Jasmine while you're at it."
"Don't worry grandmother, I will and as for Operation You Know What, there is nothing to worry about on your part, unless that is you get caught." She said referring to the start of the Revolution and the treason they would be charged with and killed afterwards if not worse if someone loyal to the Magi caught hold of their plan.
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Immediately after her chat with Desdemona Emerald had flown back on cloud to the hotel where both Remus and Sirius were anxiously awaiting her arrival. Smiling broadly as she jumped into the bedroom through the window they had left open for her arrival she ran up to hug both of them with a joyous cry.
"I haven't lost my sanity after all! Her birthday is February 20, she's four years and three months old." She exclaimed and held up the picture of the radiant child.
"We never doubted your sanity Emmy." Sirius murmured, captured by the image of his daughter. "She's gorgeous, looks a lot like you.has Remmy's ears though and a stronger jaw probably from my side." He smiled astounded that he had been a part in creating this little wonder.
"She's got wavy hair that runs into ringlets at the bottom though, while yours is straight. But her eyes are yours her facial features are mostly very much yours." He grinned and looked up for a moment comparing the mother with the daughter. "Did you find out where she is?"
Instantly Emma's buoyant smile had faltered and fell crashing down and her sad expression told them both all they needed to know. Shaking her head slightly she told them what Desa had in the hospital wing and went to look out the window that faced the side of the orphanage by it. The weak rays of the sunrise casting a weak light on the building's windows and for a moment Emma thought she could see a small child with bouncing red curls framing her pale face, no longer smiling but sleepy and sad.
Blinking once or twice to make sure her eyes weren't fooling her she looked again. This time though there was no little girl and figuring it was a figment of imagination she turned back around wearily and slumped into an armchair where she let heavy eyelids rest and soon falling asleep having both Sirius and Remus slip a blanket on her frame before lying down on the bed quietly.
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From within a cramped dormitory with wooden floors and pale yellow painted walls with its dirty paint peeling off a young redheaded girl peeked from under the window sill where she hid after seeing a strangely familiar woman across the street staring right at her with an unbelieving face. The woman held a strong resemblance to her; she was stunning and at the same time tired out, worked to the bone.
Many of the matrons there at the orphanage looked like that after a long day's work. Most of them were cranky when approached and it was best to stay clear of them. Silently the little girl kept gazing across the view through the other window for hours until she saw a man with dark hair and eyes approach it and look straight at her. His haunted eyes widened and he started opening and closing his mouth pointing in her direction. There seemed to be a scramble between two other people to get to the window but in her fright she ducked back under the windowsill to be kept from site of the three strange people.
About to get herself up from the wooden floor with creaking floorboards she froze when Mrs. Kensington's voice floated to her sharply and strictly. Mrs. Kensington was normally not a person to cross; she was in her mid fifties and wore a tight bun with a pencil struck through it all the time. Gray hair contrasting visibly with jet black her stern hazel gaze bore into her giving the red head the shivers.
"Why aren't you up yet Jasmine? You know the Jenkins' are coming today to sign the final papers concerning your adoption and picking you up to take back home? You best get ready child and I don't want any more of your whining, you are lucky as it is someone is willing to take you into their care especially Mr. and Mrs. J. they have adopted three other children from this very orphanage so you'll have children to play with. Oh, clean up and wear your Sunday's best before coming down."
With that the old matron spun around on her heel leaving the redhead alone to sulk and stomp over to her part of the dresser to extract some clothes. At four years of age Jasmine was an exceptionally bright child and acted twice, if not three times her age, comprehending things brilliantly and showing high potential for her future but right now the toddler inside her decided to come out and pout. It wasn't fair really, she didn't want to be adopted by the Jenkins' there was something wrong with those people.
Mr. Jenkins was a short balding man, a bit plump and seemed quite jovial, while Mrs. Jenkins was a tall thin woman with a terribly hooked nose and long neck making her look like a vulture. //Maybe it's a good thing they can't have children themselves\\ Jasmine thought. //I'd hate to imagine what kind of offspring they'd produce between each other.\\ And set out dressing in a light pink summer dress with white sandals.
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"Sirius are you sure you saw a girl that looked like her?" Remus asked for the fifty-third time in a row making the other man groan and slap his forehead against the wall.
"For the hundredth time, bloody hell Remmy, yes! Even Emma saw her before falling asleep, I'm telling you she has to be there! I'm telling you we should go and get her now, who knows she could bleeding well slip through our fingers while she's right under our noses and we wouldn't know it!"
They had been going over and over about the issue for almost an hour since Sirius woke them all up screaming bloody murder and pointing to the window gaping like a goldfish in water. They were waiting for Emerald who had went out to get breakfast for the three of them before they went over to the orphanage to check things out. Even though the young woman saw the girl too she felt it must have been a figment of her imagination, after all how likely was it that her daughter would be placed right next door to her. The Magi would have probably done a better job of hiding her wouldn't they?
"You know I want to get her too Padfoot but we need to be prepared before we go running into the orphanage and taking her away. The officials that way'd hunt us. Besides, what are a couple more hours of waiting? If she's actually there then she'll still be on the premises by the time we arrive with all the proper paper work." Remus admonished him and shook his head slightly frowning. He knew the chances of her being there were slim to none but since both Emma and Sirius had seen the little redhead then it could be possible unless both were so excited they were hallucinating.
//Yeah right! Famous last words Remmy!\\ he mentally shot back, physically tired to yell any more. //I don't have such a good feeling about this waiting idea, something bad is going to happen I just know it.\\ He groaned and thumped his head on the table again, a bruise probably already forming on the spot.
*********************************AUTHOR'S NOTE************************************
So how did everyone like this chapter? PLEASE REVIEW AND GIVE ME OPINIONS.
Sadly no one wanted to take me up on the guessing challenge but if you want to try predicting chapter seven be my guest.
Is the plot confusing anyone yet? I'd be glad to clear things up if so. By the way doesn't everyone think that Jasmine would be the cutest thing?!
I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the others but you'll have to make due I had to leave you with a cliffhanger just because I'm so evil! MWAHAHAHHAH! (Does the evil laugh.getting softer...nobody's laughing with me...stops laughing all together and goes to weep in the corner) Kidding!
Well stay tuned for chapter seven I might not post it tomorrow because it would be a hard chapter to write but it'll be up within two or three days I'm not really sure it would be better just to check on it every day or so. (