Summary: Forgotten by many because of a fatal accident, an incredible, young Auror makes her recovery to return to defend those who are pure and defeat those who are evil and plan on taking over the wizarding world as she knows it. After a horrifying encounter with the Dark Lord and his minions, she wants revenge for what they did to her life. Unfortunately, things don't go her way, that is, until she's brought back from the grave by an all-powerful force of good. Given the right to rid the wizarding world of evil, she exercises her powers; even if it isn't in the most appropriate way. As she tries to get back her life from the one person who stole it and wants more of her life, Lord Voldemort, he causes more problems, bringing her to that fine line between sanity and insanity and then back. Heading back to Hogwarts was the first step to regaining her life; the second will be to defeat the crushing evil that has been stalking her and her family and friends for years. Will she be able to defeat this evil and its master? Or will it finally take her… forever?
Disclaimer: I only own my character and her pets…. Maybe her house, but I'm going to have to run that by my sisters for approval. Therefore, I own very little in this story. I don't own anything in this story that's been copyrighted. I blame my world cultures teacher for this though…. If I hadn't had to write a myth this wouldn't have happened. Enjoy it though.
NOTE: See the Author's Note at the bottom. It's semi-important.
~ MOONY SMITH
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The Renewed
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"Rise and shine, sunshine, it's ten in the morning and time for you to face the day!" Sirius bellowed, throwing open the curtains and blinding the room's occupant.
"Sirius, what the hell are you doing waking me up on a weekend?" the lump hiding under the covers moaned.
"Waking you up, like Remus said."
"And the time is…?"
"Ten AM," he chirped.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am Sirius, now get out of bed before I bring in the heavy artillery."
"I'VE GOT FOUR MORE HOURS TO SLEEP, WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT CAN BE CONSIDERED NORMAL ARE YOU DOING!?" the lump cried, throwing the heavy Mexican blanket off of itself to show the upper torso of a very angry brunette.
Sirius winced and put his hands up in a sign of surrender, backing towards the door.
"All I'm doing is waking you up like Remus told me to," he complained.
"And why couldn't he have come up himself?" she asked, reaching over to her night table and grabbing a hairbrush. She returned to her sitting position and started to brush out her thick and extremely curly hair while giving Sirius the evil eye.
"Well, err…. You didn't come down for breakfast, so…"
"Yes? Keep going, Sirius, before I decide to turn you into a fly and squish you," she warned.
"HebroughtyourbreakfastoutandfedittoStella," he gasped.
"Say what? That wasn't English."
"Of course not, it's Siriusish."
"You've got to the count of ten."
"But, but…"
"1, 2, 10.… YOUR REAR-END IS MINE!!! YOU ARE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS ALIVE! WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'RE GONNA BE IN A BODYCAST FOR THE REST OF YOUR FREAKING LIFE AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT FOR A YEAR AFTER THAT!!!!" she screamed as she jumped out of bed and ran into the door, which Sirius happened to slam in her face. She opened it quickly and shot after Sirius, who was charging down the stairs.
An evil smile alit on her face and she used her telekinetic powers to pull all of the knives out of the drawers and have them all facing the door Sirius would come running into.
Of course, Sirius came shooting in the door, but he stopped and stared when he saw his impending death hovering in front of him. The girl had snuck in behind him and casually leaned on the doorframe.
"This is where we say, "Oh shit"," Sirius complained.
"You may say it, Sirius. Nothing's going to happen," the brunette replied.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
"Wow, is that all, Siri?"
"For now, yes."
"Alrighty then, your ass is--"
"Good morning, Winnie," a voice said from behind the Daily Prophet.
"Oh, good morning, Uncle Remus," Winnie exclaimed. She had forgotten that her uncle would be up at this time in the morning.
"Are you being nice to Sirius?"
"Of course I am. I'm just playing Tag with Siri," she said and then slapped Sirius hard on the back of the head. "See, Tag, you're it!!"
"Then why the wall of knives?"
"It's just an illusion, Uncle Remi," Winnie called over, making wave signs with her hands.
"This isn't Sabrina, the Teenage Witch and I am not going to fall for that. I was not born yesterday. Now, apologize to Sirius," Remus sighed, tired of having to deal with the two of them and wishing for a bit of quiet time for himself.
Winnie turned, and with the faked innocence of a young childe, put on her best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I'm sowwy, Siwius. I wuv you."
"Yeah, right," Sirius snorted, "like I'd believe that act for a second. Besides, you aren't sorry and I know you don't love me."
"You're right."
"I'm always right."
"No you aren't, Sirius!" Winnie cried.
"The two of you stop it!" Remus exclaimed, slamming his paper down onto the table in frustration. "I want the two of you out of my sight for one hour."
Remus went back to reading his paper as Sirius strolled out of the kitchen door and then to make his way up to his room. Winnie, meanwhile, started to stare intently at the back of Sirius's head and then smiled.
Her uncle glanced over his paper at her and then went back to reading it, sighing because he knew something was bound to happen.
All of a sudden, a tremendous crash resounded from the entrance hall. All that could be heard after this crash was an audible thump and then Sirius.
"WINNIE!! I'M GONNA GET YOU!!!"
Remus just looked over his newspaper at his niece, who happened to have made her breakfast, which was a big bowl of cornflakes mixed with light cream and enough sugar to keep a herd of two-year-olds hyper for a lifetime, and sighed, "You just had to knock Sirius out with the door, didn't you?"
"He deserved it," she calmly replied.
"I did not you LITTLE WITCH!!" Sirius loudly exclaimed from the entrance hall.
"Why thank you, Siri. I passed Hogwarts with flying colors," she said.
"Then why was McGonagall in a body cast, muttering that she never wanted to see the holy terror again?" Remus replied.
"Umm…. Do you really want to know, Uncle Remi?"
"Yes, I do, Winnie. She is, after all, my colleague."
"ShewaschasingCadanceandCatiandthetwoofthemjumpedoutofthewindowandlan-dedinthemoatandwheneverMcGonagalltrieditshejumpedoutofthewindowandlandedonabigcementblockbecauseIwantedtoseeifIcouldmakeapileofleaves," she replied in a breath.
"You didn't make sense at all. Now, out of my sight for an hour, at least," Remus sighed, and then replied as she was walking out of the kitchen door, "And no more powers for two weeks."
She froze and accidentally dropped her cereal bowl, which was now empty because she inhaled the flakes, and whirled around, staring at Remus like he was King Arthur, dressed in a big pink and neon green polka-dotted dress.
"Did I hear you right?"
"Yes, now hand over every wand you own…. And even the ones that you use as bun pins, the "magic" pencil that is actually a writing wand, the trick wands, and even the light saber that Yoda added a wand to," he said calmly, holding out his hand so Winnie could put all of them in his hand. She scowled at him and then turned to start walking out of the door again.
"Oh, and Winnie? Please refill the sugar bowl. I know you put all of it in your cereal today."
"Yes, Uncle Remus," she sighed.
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Winnie walked out into the garden and, making sure that no one was watching, levitated herself over to the center of a small labyrinth that was in the Lupin's backyard. It was the day of the poker tryouts. A few benches were full of people. Darth Maul, Darth Vader, Darth Sidius, and Anakin Skywalker each sat in the exact same position on the same bench and, when she walked by, they all waved at her at the same time. She waved back at them and walked past a few benches, waving at the occupants.
One bench held Blade and a few other vampires bickering about Quidditch scores. She stopped and looked at Blade.
"Blade, is that a tan I see?"
"Yes it is, Winnie," he said proudly.
"Are those shorts I see you wearing? Is that what I think it is on you, or are you doing this just to get me mad?"
"Actually, I gave up hunting vampires because there were too many of them. I decided to go to the Bahamas for a few months and I came back a new man….errr…. Vampire."
"Blade, hon, YOU AREN'T A BAD GUY!!! THIS IS A BAD GUY POKER TOURNAMENT!!!!" Winnie screamed.
Blade looked taken back and quietly said, "I just wanted to see what all of the hubba-ba-loo is all about. Bad guys seem to get so much credit these days that I just want to try."
"Ok then. I'm sorry I yelled at you…. I yelled at Anakin when he went bad, too," she said, bending down to give him a hug. "Sink your fangs into me and you won't have them when you wake up--" she glanced over at the other vampires and pointed at them "--and that goes for the rest of you. Hell hath no fury like a brunette on a mission."
The other vampires glanced at her with horrified expressions on their faces and then started whispering to each other, looking at Winnie every few seconds.
"Oh shut up already. The lot of you remind me of a bunch of teenage school girls who are drooling over an upper classman. And besides that, you guys are vampires. You remind me more of birds than vampires! You know what I should do to the bunch of you? I should put you in one of those bird cages. Oh, and how come you aren't sizzling to death?" Winnie asked.
"Sunscreen does wonders," a vampire with straggly black and red hair replied gravely, but with an attitude resounding in his response. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black leather pants. Black eye shadow was put heavily around his eyes and his lips were painted black. His skin was almost pure white, but was cold and dry instead of warm and soft. His hand, which had a ring made out of human bone with a jewel in the shape of an eye in the middle, and black painted finger nails, reached up and moved his greasy hair out of the way and rubbed a tattoo on the back of his neck. The tattoo consisted of a skull that had a snake coming out of its mouth. The ring was glowing a deep blood red.
"Oh, well, keep it up chaps," Winnie called and sauntered away happily.
"Now what the hell was her problem?" The gothic vampire, Nesbitth, asked.
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Nesbitth stood up slowly and crept quickly to the end of the labyrinth, which was about 1000 feet away from the center and even more from where he was sitting. Two cloaked riders on jet black steeds with red eyes were waiting there. The riders were covered in long, black cloaks that covered all of themselves, plus a bit of the horse. Each held a heavy, long, two-handed sword that had a jewel in the center of each. Both jewels were in the shape of an eye. Both riders had on black gloves and a harsh breathing could be heard from both of them. One of them looked off in the direction that a high, feminine laughter could be heard and pointed in that direction with his sword. His partner looked in the direction he'd been pointed in and started his horse forward slowly. The other rider hissed and shook his head, bringing the flat of the sword in front of his partner's horse. The rider hissed and growled back and then obediently stayed in their positions until a black-clothed being came into sight.
The riders' horses tossed their heads impatiently and stamped their feet. Leather and steel covered the horses for their saddles, bridles, and other tack. In the middle of the horses' breastplate, there was the same eye jewel as on Nesbitth's ring and the riders' swords. On the left flank of each horse, there was a silver Dark Mark burned into their flesh. Ringlets of smoke arose from these Marks and slowly rose into the air. An evil laugh rung out from the shadowed forest behind them and the horses' eyes rolled back so that the whites could be seen and one horse, which was a young filly, half reared until her rider brought a sharp smack to the filly's shoulder with the flat of his blade. The filly quieted down, but still fidgeted underneath of her rider. Her rider hissed at her and she immediately calmed, but had a wild and scared look in her eyes.
A black beast prowled the edge of the forest until it seemed ready to approach. A growl came from deep in the animal's throat and he agilely trotted up to the riders. The creature was huge, about the size of a St. Bernard, but fully black with red eyes that bore into everything. The Grim looked up at the nearest rider and snarled at him. The rider reached down and savagely kicked the beast. The thing growled and snarled, but did not attack. Around its neck was a thick leather collar with sharp, poisoned spikes protruding from it in various locations. In the very middle of it, was that same jewel. This jewel, however, was already a deep blood red and the dog was foaming at the mouth in anticipation. Someone was to die soon. Very soon.
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Nesbitth ran up to them, fell to his knees at the riders' sides, and gasped for a few seconds. Then he finally stood up, brushed himself off, and bowed low to the ground.
"My lords, I have gotten information on the Auror and White Lighter, Winifred Herst. She is to be at the poker game for a long while and then she will be in the barn all by herself. I am thankful that you and Lord Voldemort have accepted me," Nesbitth said confidently and rose up a bit in a half bow.
"Yes, you have done us well," one rider hissed. "We must repay you for your help and for taking our side."
He nodded to his partner and backed his horse up, which was the filly.
The other rider trotted up to Nesbitth, and while Nesbitth was still in his semi-bow, raised his sword high and replied with an evil laugh, "Thank you for your services, young Nesbitth. We must now kill you."
Nesbitth raised his head a bit and gasped, a horrified look taking over his face.
The rider laughed and brought the sword down in a swift, deadly blow.
Nesbitth watched as it was brought down towards his neck, but was too shocked to move.
The rider continued his downward blow and took off the vampire's head. The head rolled a few feet away and hissing could be heard coming out of the dead vampire's body and head. The face had the same horrified expression.
The Grim lunged forward and began to feast ravenously on the body, its eyes turning redder by the moment and its jewel getting darker with evil intent. The creature's spiked collar was soaked in blood and began to drip, sizzling as it hit the ground. The beast stopped for a second, snarled at the riders, and then lifted its blood stained muzzle up to the sky, which had darkened tremendously, and howled a long, cold, death-filled howl and plunged its head back into the dead body.
The riders' horses reared and then were pushed into a fierce gallop by a swat from the black riders' swords. The creatures plunged into the woods heavily and the hard galloping faded away.
The Grim had nothing left on the body but a leg or two, eating bones, metal, and everything on the body. It picked up the remaining part, which was a bloodied waist, and rushed off in a fast-paced trot, head held high and tail held out like a dark and foreboding flag.
* ~ * ~ * ~ *
She walked along, waving to the other occupants of the benches. One bench had Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy, and The Werewolf all discussing hair, tooth, and skin care along with gardening. The Wicked Witch of the West, Lestat, Randall Flagg (who looked like he woke up on the wrong side of the cage), and a few ghosts from Rose Red sat on a bench bickering about the death penalty.
Winnie finally reached the poker table and greeted Winston the bogeyman, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and Indrid Cold by kissing them each on the cheek. Jeepers Creepers and the Mothman looked up at her expectantly and she walked over and patted them both on their heads. Mothman purred and chirped at her, while Jeepers just glared at him and growled.
"Be nice, Jeepers," Winnie warned.
"You try playing with him," Jeepers complained. "All he does is chirp, shriek, caw, and purr. Plus, he cheats!! I've lost £100 because of him!"
Mothman narrowed his orb-like eyes and sent a stream of chirps, squeaks, shrieks, and R2-D2 noises at him.
"He's right, Jeepers," she replied. "Just because you're a sore loser doesn't mean you have to pick on him."
At this, Mothman rubbed his head against her and purred. Winnie picked up a sugar cube and tossed it over to him. He caught it and audibly munched and slurped it up, purring enthusiastically. She walked over to the next person, who happened to be Winston.
"Morning, Winnie," he called over his shoulder. "How you doing, lass?"
"I'm doing fine, Winston," she laughed, remembering his heavy Irish accent. Winston was two years older than Winnie and was in his twelfth year of being a bogeyman.
Indrid reached over and tugged on her hair, "What, no salute for the general, my dear?"
She scowled at him and saluted him.
"How's that, General Cold?"
"Very good," he replied in a thick American accent.
"When are you going to go back to the States?"
"Next month, I have to. I have relatives to visit, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas."
"Can Mothman stay with me?" she pleaded.
"How about I give him to you as a Christmas present? He needs to stay in one place and Americans don't agree with his stomach."
"REALLY?!"
"Yep, he's all yours."
"Thank you, Indrid. You're the best!" she cried and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She then bounced over to Tom's chair.
"Morning Cutie," he said, reaching his arms around the back of his chair and hugging her.
"Hey hon. You winning or losing?" she asked while hugging him back.
"The only one winning here is Winston," he replied, throwing scones at Winston. He missed each time and Stella, Winnie's border collie, sat behind Winston and caught each scone, nearly swallowing them whole.
"Hey guys," Winnie said, "I hate to say this, but I have to go. Uncle Remus wants me back in a few minutes for an 'important' meeting."
"You lost your powers again, didn't you?" Jeepers questioned.
"Yes, I did. You know, you know me better than the back of your ass," she replied.
"Of course I do. It's my job."
"I hate you, Jeepers."
"Winnie, you hate everyone," Tom shot at her.
"Of course, but I love you guys and Uncle Remus though," she smiled.
She trotted away alone, as Stella was getting scones as treats and Mothman was too busy beating Jeepers. Winnie got to the house and heard a loud commotion coming from the inside, so she peeked through the window to see Remus busily throwing food away and Sirius scooping it out and wolfing it down.
"Sirius, that's how you get sick and die!" she replied as she waltzed through the door and opened the kitchen door's window. "Of course, not that I'd mind. It would be very peaceful without you terrorizing me."
"ME!?! THAT'S WHAT YOU DO!" Sirius tried to shout through his food, but it only came out as muffled barks.
She just looked up at him and picked up an over-warmed sausage sandwich and casually tossed it out of the window.
"FETCH, SIRI!!" she called, watching as he bolted out of the door and after the sandwich.
"Winnie, thank you. I've been trying to get him to throw something away for the past two hours. Oh, and two of your old school friends are going to be dropping by soon," Remus called out from inside of the refrigerator.
Before Winnie could even react, two small pops sounded off in the kitchen and Cadance appeared sitting on the counter with Cati standing next to her.
"Oh my, oh my, oh my," Winnie gasped. "CADANCE AND CATI ARE HERE!!!"
"WINNIE!!" the two girls shrieked in unison as they flew over to the other side of the room and hugged Winnie (actually, nearly strangled her) tightly.
"Winifred Catherine Hessien," Cadance began in a very McGonagall like way and putting her hands on her hips, "where the hell have you been?"
"You really want to know?" she sighed.
"Of course we do, Winnie," Cati replied. "We've missed you and haven't heard from you since our last year at Hogwarts. That was the last time we heard from or about you. You're 25 now; we want to know what happened."
Author's Note: This is my first actual fic. Yes, it does go in circles at times. Yes, it is hard to follow, but I'm going to put in a character synopsis for all who might get lost. It gets really hard to follow in the following chapters, but it has a lot of humor in it.
