Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. I do own Celissia,
Ellemorah, Jenni, Liz, others I may add later on in the story, and the
plot.
Chapter 6
::A Dream that Night::
I was in a dark room. Shouts and loud bangs could be heard from all around me. There were sparks of different colours shooting from every direction. A green streak shot and hit Sirius Black, knocking him backward behind a veil. "NOOOOOO!!!!! DAD!!!!!" I screamed in horror.
A loud wicked laugh of satisfaction came from the shadows. It was like none other I had heard before, cold and dark.
::Reality:: I woke up, my clothes wet with sweat. I sat bolt upright, panting with intense fear. I glanced around the room. I could see nothing at all and, the only sound to be heard was the breathing of Ginny and Hermione. I had just witnessed my father's death. Well, if he was for sure my father. So that's how he had died. I recalled the heinous laughter and shuddered. Whoever that was must've killed him, I decided. I figured I could get in a few more hours of sleep so I lay back down.
::Nine Twenty that Morning:: "Celissia, wake up! You haven't had a bite to eat for quite a while, and breakfast is ready!"
Someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes slowly to see Ginny.and sat upright, looking around the room. I would have to get used to waking up here. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed.
"There you go now. Time to eat. Everyone else is already digging into breakfast," said Ginny happily. We walked out the door and down the stairs. No one paid attention to us entering the kitchen. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks due to the unexpected sight I saw. "Is that-" "-Harry Potter, yes. He is my brother Ron's best friend. He and Hermione are staying with us until the school term starts. He's just a normal person like the rest of us," whispered Ginny. I gulped and studied the lightning bolt scar on his forehead with my eyes widened. I finally took my eyes off of it, remembering I was about to eat for the first time in hours. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George had their heads together secretly in a group. It looked as though Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and were in a discussion with Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley looked up and said, "I have both your plates ready, girls. Hope you like bacon and toast, Celissia." "Yes, thank you," I replied while taking a seat between Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione and Mr. Weasley sat across the table from us.
I looked at the plate in front of me and was relieved to finally get to eat something. I dug right into my breakfast. Mr. Weasley asked, "Did you get enough sleep? We didn't want you to miss breakfast." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said while stuffing my face with toast. Within the next few minutes everyone, including myself, were done eating and stuffed.
"I suppose you know about your father, Sirius?" asked Mrs. Weasley. "Yes. Mum told me while we were at the hospital yesterday."
"Really? I'm surprised Ellemorah waited all these years to tell you. "
"Yeah we- wait a minute. Did you know my mum?" I asked curiously? "Oh heavens yes! She was one of my classmates and one of my closest friends. When your father landed in Azkaban, she was heart-broken. Didn't think she could raise you by herself. She didn't feel the need to tell you right away that your father was an accused murderer," explained Mrs. Weasley.
"How exactly did he get sent to Azkaban?" I asked.
"He was Harry's mum and dad's secret-keeper. They were in hiding from You- Know-Who and it was thought that Sirius was loyal to him and told their whereabouts. That night some muggles and a wizard were murdered. Since Sirius was thought to be a traitor, he was the one accused of doing it. Some muggle witnesses swore they saw him do it. Their memories had to be erased so they wouldn't go around telling everyone what they saw."
"Why was my dad the Potter's secret-keeper?"
"He was Harry's dad's best friend and his best man at the Potters' wedding. He agreed to be Harry's godfather, also."
"So does that mean that Harry and I are almost related?"
"Not exactly but there is somewhat of a connection between you guys. Too bad Sirius's name never got cleared so you could meet him before he-"
"Died," I finished for her. "I saw how it happened."
It was Mr. Weasley's turn to talk now. "How is that?"
"I had a dream about it last night. It was almost like I was really there watching it happening. I wish I could've been. I would have saved him."
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged sharp looks at each other.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
Mr. Weasley said, "We might as well tell you everything while we're on the subject. A long time ago there was a witch and wizard that had children. One of them turned out rather rotten unexpectedly. His name was Tom Riddle and he is Lord V-v-" "Voldemort?" I must have said loudly, for everyone that hadn't been listened suddenly shuddered (except for Harry) and turned to see what we were discussing.
"Yes, yes, him. Now carrying on, all the other Riddle children eventually branched out and had many pureblood families. Some stayed true to the pure name and made respectable pureblood marriages. Others married muggles or muggle-borns. Eventually the tree came down to your father and he of course married your pureblood mother."
"So all this time I had thought I was a half-blood and have really been a pureblood my entire life? This is great news to me," I said proudly.
"No, Celissia. I'm afraid it isn't great. You being who you are, you're a descendant of the Dark Lord. Almost every pureblood family, children included, have come to the dark side," said Mr. Weasley.
"So are you saying that I am evil and I will go to the dark side and become a Death Eater!?!" I asked amazed.
"No, no, dear. I strongly disbelieve you will ever go to the dark side. You know that mark you have on your upper arm?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Yeah, the hospital magically marked me to show that I had been born there."
"No dear, I'm afraid not. I was at the hospital at the time of your birth and the doctors were scared to death to handle you. You were born with that mark. The Dark Mark." My jaw dropped and several gasps came from around me.
"The only other wizard ever known to have been born with the Dark Mark was the Dark Lord himself. Every wizard has to earn it by being faithful to him. You, see the doctors said that you and The Dark Lord were interrelated and that deep within you, you hold some of his powers. That dream you had last night might very well be one of them. It is said that The Dark Lord can sense death or witness it, whether it happened miles away or years ago. It doesn't always have to be in the form of a dream either. Could very well be at any moment. You more than likely posses more than just that power within you," said Mr. Weasley.
I had been sitting on the edge of my chair through this whole conversation with my mouth wide open the whole time. I finally snapped out of my awed state to look around at the others. They, too, had their mouths open. Was it possible that I, Celissia, am partly evil?
(A/N: Please R&R and tell me what you think so far!)
Chapter 6
::A Dream that Night::
I was in a dark room. Shouts and loud bangs could be heard from all around me. There were sparks of different colours shooting from every direction. A green streak shot and hit Sirius Black, knocking him backward behind a veil. "NOOOOOO!!!!! DAD!!!!!" I screamed in horror.
A loud wicked laugh of satisfaction came from the shadows. It was like none other I had heard before, cold and dark.
::Reality:: I woke up, my clothes wet with sweat. I sat bolt upright, panting with intense fear. I glanced around the room. I could see nothing at all and, the only sound to be heard was the breathing of Ginny and Hermione. I had just witnessed my father's death. Well, if he was for sure my father. So that's how he had died. I recalled the heinous laughter and shuddered. Whoever that was must've killed him, I decided. I figured I could get in a few more hours of sleep so I lay back down.
::Nine Twenty that Morning:: "Celissia, wake up! You haven't had a bite to eat for quite a while, and breakfast is ready!"
Someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes slowly to see Ginny.and sat upright, looking around the room. I would have to get used to waking up here. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed.
"There you go now. Time to eat. Everyone else is already digging into breakfast," said Ginny happily. We walked out the door and down the stairs. No one paid attention to us entering the kitchen. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks due to the unexpected sight I saw. "Is that-" "-Harry Potter, yes. He is my brother Ron's best friend. He and Hermione are staying with us until the school term starts. He's just a normal person like the rest of us," whispered Ginny. I gulped and studied the lightning bolt scar on his forehead with my eyes widened. I finally took my eyes off of it, remembering I was about to eat for the first time in hours. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George had their heads together secretly in a group. It looked as though Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and were in a discussion with Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley looked up and said, "I have both your plates ready, girls. Hope you like bacon and toast, Celissia." "Yes, thank you," I replied while taking a seat between Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Hermione and Mr. Weasley sat across the table from us.
I looked at the plate in front of me and was relieved to finally get to eat something. I dug right into my breakfast. Mr. Weasley asked, "Did you get enough sleep? We didn't want you to miss breakfast." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said while stuffing my face with toast. Within the next few minutes everyone, including myself, were done eating and stuffed.
"I suppose you know about your father, Sirius?" asked Mrs. Weasley. "Yes. Mum told me while we were at the hospital yesterday."
"Really? I'm surprised Ellemorah waited all these years to tell you. "
"Yeah we- wait a minute. Did you know my mum?" I asked curiously? "Oh heavens yes! She was one of my classmates and one of my closest friends. When your father landed in Azkaban, she was heart-broken. Didn't think she could raise you by herself. She didn't feel the need to tell you right away that your father was an accused murderer," explained Mrs. Weasley.
"How exactly did he get sent to Azkaban?" I asked.
"He was Harry's mum and dad's secret-keeper. They were in hiding from You- Know-Who and it was thought that Sirius was loyal to him and told their whereabouts. That night some muggles and a wizard were murdered. Since Sirius was thought to be a traitor, he was the one accused of doing it. Some muggle witnesses swore they saw him do it. Their memories had to be erased so they wouldn't go around telling everyone what they saw."
"Why was my dad the Potter's secret-keeper?"
"He was Harry's dad's best friend and his best man at the Potters' wedding. He agreed to be Harry's godfather, also."
"So does that mean that Harry and I are almost related?"
"Not exactly but there is somewhat of a connection between you guys. Too bad Sirius's name never got cleared so you could meet him before he-"
"Died," I finished for her. "I saw how it happened."
It was Mr. Weasley's turn to talk now. "How is that?"
"I had a dream about it last night. It was almost like I was really there watching it happening. I wish I could've been. I would have saved him."
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged sharp looks at each other.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
Mr. Weasley said, "We might as well tell you everything while we're on the subject. A long time ago there was a witch and wizard that had children. One of them turned out rather rotten unexpectedly. His name was Tom Riddle and he is Lord V-v-" "Voldemort?" I must have said loudly, for everyone that hadn't been listened suddenly shuddered (except for Harry) and turned to see what we were discussing.
"Yes, yes, him. Now carrying on, all the other Riddle children eventually branched out and had many pureblood families. Some stayed true to the pure name and made respectable pureblood marriages. Others married muggles or muggle-borns. Eventually the tree came down to your father and he of course married your pureblood mother."
"So all this time I had thought I was a half-blood and have really been a pureblood my entire life? This is great news to me," I said proudly.
"No, Celissia. I'm afraid it isn't great. You being who you are, you're a descendant of the Dark Lord. Almost every pureblood family, children included, have come to the dark side," said Mr. Weasley.
"So are you saying that I am evil and I will go to the dark side and become a Death Eater!?!" I asked amazed.
"No, no, dear. I strongly disbelieve you will ever go to the dark side. You know that mark you have on your upper arm?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Yeah, the hospital magically marked me to show that I had been born there."
"No dear, I'm afraid not. I was at the hospital at the time of your birth and the doctors were scared to death to handle you. You were born with that mark. The Dark Mark." My jaw dropped and several gasps came from around me.
"The only other wizard ever known to have been born with the Dark Mark was the Dark Lord himself. Every wizard has to earn it by being faithful to him. You, see the doctors said that you and The Dark Lord were interrelated and that deep within you, you hold some of his powers. That dream you had last night might very well be one of them. It is said that The Dark Lord can sense death or witness it, whether it happened miles away or years ago. It doesn't always have to be in the form of a dream either. Could very well be at any moment. You more than likely posses more than just that power within you," said Mr. Weasley.
I had been sitting on the edge of my chair through this whole conversation with my mouth wide open the whole time. I finally snapped out of my awed state to look around at the others. They, too, had their mouths open. Was it possible that I, Celissia, am partly evil?
(A/N: Please R&R and tell me what you think so far!)