Chpt 4
"Well," Medea started. "This is a long story. I was named Harry's godmother when he was born. Lily and I were good friends and James was my twin in more ways than one, we did everything together. Sirius and I were dating, and I think he was going to propose. Then Voldemort attacked and took everything away in one horrible instance. Sirius wasn't the only one who knew that Peter had become Secret Keeper, I was the one who performed the magic that made it so. The night it happened I was on a mission for the Order, I felt that something was wrong but I didn't know exactly what. I just thought that James and Lily were arguing or something, because just as soon as I felt his anger it was gone. Sirius came and found me, telling me what had happened. Then the next day he decided to hunt Peter down, no matter how much I tried to stop him. He was captured and sent to Azkaban. I went before the Ministry, enraged that he wasn't even given a decent trial, and tried to tell them that he wasn't the Secret Keeper. I was charged with being a traitor and banished, banished from ever seeing the people I loved again, banished from even communicating with them." Medea stopped talking for a moment to drink a bit of her butterbeer, Harry noticed a single tear running down her cheek as she tilted her head back. Her voice came out slightly choked as she began again. "I was banished to the Demented Forest in Transylvania, no doubt they thought that I would go insane or be killed as soon as I got there, but I wasn't about to let them beat me. I had to many reasons to keep on going, the fact that I was innocent, that Sirius was innocent and I would see everyone again no matter what. I became the only person in the wizarding world who knows how to completely destroy a Dementor. I became the most prolific vampire hunter in two hundred years. I became stronger than I was before they tried to destroy me. I am stronger than they thought I was, and that will be the greatest revenge of all, the look on their face when I come back and serve them their lives on a silver platter."
Every person sat listening to Medea's story in silence. Medea sighed, "And now, I come back and he's gone.it isn't fair." Medea sniffed quickly and rose from the table, "Well I think I'm going to go to sleep, goodnight all." Everyone watched her rise from the table and make her way out of the room. "Poor girl, and to think she was Percy's age when all of this happened to her, she was still just a child." Mrs. Weasley said with a lump in her throat. Remus looked at her, "We were all just children Molly, but sometimes you have to grow up before your time, we just don't want this generation to have to become older beyond their years. That's why we fight, for the future." Remus rose from the table and left the others to their conversations and speculations. Medea was standing in the sitting room staring around at the dismal surroundings of number 12 Grimauld Place. She had come here when Sirius was still living with his parents, and it hadn't changed a bit. It was still the dismal, evil hellhole it always was, but she knew how to fix that. She bowed her head and took out her wand.
Remus saw Medea standing with her head bowed, but he knew better than to try to interupt her. Medea whispered the spell, she had never been a flashy practitioner. "Decoratia Neuveau." Suddenly everything changed from the attic to the basement, the horrid remnants of the corrupt Black family were gone, and the reminders of house, home, family and friends was there instead. Pictures of James, Lily, Harry, Remus, Sirius and Medea hung on the walls; As well as the Weasley family, since they were Harry's family and friends to Remus and now Medea. The walls were no longer the dark drab colors but were beautiful shades of crimson, gold, blue and green, differing from room to room. The house became a cozy place with a roaring fire and comfy furniture. She heard Remus gasp slightly from behind her before several alarmed cries were heard from below them. Everyone ran up from the kitchen, "What happened?!" Medea spun around and smiled at the alarmed faces, "It's nothing to worry about people, I just thought that the house needed a makeover if we're all going to stay here. Besides the relics here held to many bad memories, and evil intentions." George, or was it Fred, grinned "That was brilliant!" She grinned back, "No, what was brilliant was the look on all of your faces!"
Harry wasn't listening to any of this, he was to busy staring at all of the pictures his aunt had put around the room. Everywhere he looked happy smiling people waved at him, His parents, Sirius, Medea and Remus were in one portrait, horsing around. They were all wearing Hogwarts uniforms. In another, baby Harry sat in a high chair smiling and laughing. He turned around to look at his aunt and found her watching him, her eyes soft and a small smile playing on her lips. Everyone was milling around and checking out Medea's handiwork, she crossed over to Harry and placed her hands on his shoulders. "This is what my house looked like when you were a baby, only no pictures of the Weasleys but I think that they deserve to be here, don't you?" Harry turned and grinned at his aunt, "Yeah, yeah I do. This is amazing Aunt Medea, how did you do it?" Medea's face broke out in a dazzling smile, "That my dear boy is my little secret," she said winking. Remus came up behind her, "She's always been stingy with her spells." Medea stuck her tongue out, "No Remmie dear, I just don't know how to explain how to do certain things, they come inherently." "Yeah, yeah," Remus scoffed playfully. "Well everyone, I'll see you in the morning." Medea kissed Harry's forehead and punched Moony's arm before heading upstairs.
Medea was busy reading a book in bed that night, it was a book of folkstories and myths of the wizarding world. Specifically she was reading a story about a witch who tricked the Death King into giving her three wishes. According to the story, she found a way for her spirit to travel to the afterworld without actually dying, this being taboo the Death King gave her three wishes to bribe her from revealing how to do it to all people. This precedent automatically became true for any who traveled without death to the King's land. According to the text it had only happened four times since the first, all of these times were more than one thousand years before now.
Medea stared into space and let the book drop to her lap. If only she knew the way to do this thing. *Well, why not* she thought to herself *I don't see why I couldn't do this, I've done things just as difficult.* Medea blew out her candle and settled into her bed, mulling things over. She determined that the next morning she would go to Hogwarts and research this matter further in the Restricted Section. Hogwarts had the most prolific and informative library in almost the entire world. Of course there would be some material on this one spell. *Ah, well that will be tomorrow for now I have to get some semblance of sleep* and without delay Medea slipped into the first true sleep she had had for fourteen years.
"Well," Medea started. "This is a long story. I was named Harry's godmother when he was born. Lily and I were good friends and James was my twin in more ways than one, we did everything together. Sirius and I were dating, and I think he was going to propose. Then Voldemort attacked and took everything away in one horrible instance. Sirius wasn't the only one who knew that Peter had become Secret Keeper, I was the one who performed the magic that made it so. The night it happened I was on a mission for the Order, I felt that something was wrong but I didn't know exactly what. I just thought that James and Lily were arguing or something, because just as soon as I felt his anger it was gone. Sirius came and found me, telling me what had happened. Then the next day he decided to hunt Peter down, no matter how much I tried to stop him. He was captured and sent to Azkaban. I went before the Ministry, enraged that he wasn't even given a decent trial, and tried to tell them that he wasn't the Secret Keeper. I was charged with being a traitor and banished, banished from ever seeing the people I loved again, banished from even communicating with them." Medea stopped talking for a moment to drink a bit of her butterbeer, Harry noticed a single tear running down her cheek as she tilted her head back. Her voice came out slightly choked as she began again. "I was banished to the Demented Forest in Transylvania, no doubt they thought that I would go insane or be killed as soon as I got there, but I wasn't about to let them beat me. I had to many reasons to keep on going, the fact that I was innocent, that Sirius was innocent and I would see everyone again no matter what. I became the only person in the wizarding world who knows how to completely destroy a Dementor. I became the most prolific vampire hunter in two hundred years. I became stronger than I was before they tried to destroy me. I am stronger than they thought I was, and that will be the greatest revenge of all, the look on their face when I come back and serve them their lives on a silver platter."
Every person sat listening to Medea's story in silence. Medea sighed, "And now, I come back and he's gone.it isn't fair." Medea sniffed quickly and rose from the table, "Well I think I'm going to go to sleep, goodnight all." Everyone watched her rise from the table and make her way out of the room. "Poor girl, and to think she was Percy's age when all of this happened to her, she was still just a child." Mrs. Weasley said with a lump in her throat. Remus looked at her, "We were all just children Molly, but sometimes you have to grow up before your time, we just don't want this generation to have to become older beyond their years. That's why we fight, for the future." Remus rose from the table and left the others to their conversations and speculations. Medea was standing in the sitting room staring around at the dismal surroundings of number 12 Grimauld Place. She had come here when Sirius was still living with his parents, and it hadn't changed a bit. It was still the dismal, evil hellhole it always was, but she knew how to fix that. She bowed her head and took out her wand.
Remus saw Medea standing with her head bowed, but he knew better than to try to interupt her. Medea whispered the spell, she had never been a flashy practitioner. "Decoratia Neuveau." Suddenly everything changed from the attic to the basement, the horrid remnants of the corrupt Black family were gone, and the reminders of house, home, family and friends was there instead. Pictures of James, Lily, Harry, Remus, Sirius and Medea hung on the walls; As well as the Weasley family, since they were Harry's family and friends to Remus and now Medea. The walls were no longer the dark drab colors but were beautiful shades of crimson, gold, blue and green, differing from room to room. The house became a cozy place with a roaring fire and comfy furniture. She heard Remus gasp slightly from behind her before several alarmed cries were heard from below them. Everyone ran up from the kitchen, "What happened?!" Medea spun around and smiled at the alarmed faces, "It's nothing to worry about people, I just thought that the house needed a makeover if we're all going to stay here. Besides the relics here held to many bad memories, and evil intentions." George, or was it Fred, grinned "That was brilliant!" She grinned back, "No, what was brilliant was the look on all of your faces!"
Harry wasn't listening to any of this, he was to busy staring at all of the pictures his aunt had put around the room. Everywhere he looked happy smiling people waved at him, His parents, Sirius, Medea and Remus were in one portrait, horsing around. They were all wearing Hogwarts uniforms. In another, baby Harry sat in a high chair smiling and laughing. He turned around to look at his aunt and found her watching him, her eyes soft and a small smile playing on her lips. Everyone was milling around and checking out Medea's handiwork, she crossed over to Harry and placed her hands on his shoulders. "This is what my house looked like when you were a baby, only no pictures of the Weasleys but I think that they deserve to be here, don't you?" Harry turned and grinned at his aunt, "Yeah, yeah I do. This is amazing Aunt Medea, how did you do it?" Medea's face broke out in a dazzling smile, "That my dear boy is my little secret," she said winking. Remus came up behind her, "She's always been stingy with her spells." Medea stuck her tongue out, "No Remmie dear, I just don't know how to explain how to do certain things, they come inherently." "Yeah, yeah," Remus scoffed playfully. "Well everyone, I'll see you in the morning." Medea kissed Harry's forehead and punched Moony's arm before heading upstairs.
Medea was busy reading a book in bed that night, it was a book of folkstories and myths of the wizarding world. Specifically she was reading a story about a witch who tricked the Death King into giving her three wishes. According to the story, she found a way for her spirit to travel to the afterworld without actually dying, this being taboo the Death King gave her three wishes to bribe her from revealing how to do it to all people. This precedent automatically became true for any who traveled without death to the King's land. According to the text it had only happened four times since the first, all of these times were more than one thousand years before now.
Medea stared into space and let the book drop to her lap. If only she knew the way to do this thing. *Well, why not* she thought to herself *I don't see why I couldn't do this, I've done things just as difficult.* Medea blew out her candle and settled into her bed, mulling things over. She determined that the next morning she would go to Hogwarts and research this matter further in the Restricted Section. Hogwarts had the most prolific and informative library in almost the entire world. Of course there would be some material on this one spell. *Ah, well that will be tomorrow for now I have to get some semblance of sleep* and without delay Medea slipped into the first true sleep she had had for fourteen years.
