Hey everyone! This is the first fic I'm writing so be nice k! hope u enjoy
it!
Disclaimer: *sighs* this is torture u know.no I don't own anything, just
the plot, the rest belongs to the great JK
Special Thanks to: Tek! My beta, thank u sooooooo much! This story wouldn't
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K on with the fic:
"Mysteries of the Black Rose"
Harry woke up in not the most pleasant of ways, his aunt was knocking roughly on the door, urging him to wake up 'wonderful way to start a vacation´ thought Harry bitterly as he got up from bed. He headed to the closet door and look for something to wear, not that he had much to choose from. He passed his hand through his jet black messy hair and put on some baggy pants and a worn out black sweat shirt. He looked around, not much about his room had changed, only that some of Dudley's toys had been thrown away, so he had more room to place his school materials.
Harry got down on the floor and started looking for a pair of socks, he rubbed his back as he did this, he's bed wasn't exactly comfortable, he had grown a few inches and the bed sagged in the middle. Considering that this bed had been used for when Dudley was 6 years old and by that time he already had a "tiny" weight problem. After finding a pair of extremely ugly yellow socks, Harry stood up and looked at his reflection with the mirror that was next to the closet door, he sighed at the pitiful sight of his soon to be 15 skinny self.
Another horrible summer had started, and Harry was not enjoying it a bit, not that he usually had a great summer, but this one was worst than the others. Harry had just finished his fourth year at Hogwarts, barely alive, he had almost been killed by Voldemort again on the last task of the Triwizardry Tournament. He studied his reflection, still the same bright green eyes and untamable hair, and there hidden by messy bangs of hair was his lighting shape scar. This scar was the main reason he was having such a bad summer. "Someday," he thought miserably "my luck is gonna end and Voldemort will kill me" He still remembered that dreaded night, in which thanks to fate he had escaped from Voldemort's trap alive.
Sometimes at night he woke up, drench in sweat, the face of Cedric Diggory still livid on his mind, still hearing the sickening 'thud' Cedric's body made when it fell, lifeless. He still remembered Voldemort's high, cold laugh, the death eaters, the sizzling cauldron, Pettigrew cutting his arm. The duel he had with Voldemort was something that still surprised him, not many people had the privilege of fighting the Dark Lord and live to tell the story. If it wouldn't have been for his parents appearing from the priori incantatum charm he probably would've died. Everything had happened so fast, so many things; it was driving him crazy. At least he had had the hopes of going with the Weasleys, but for safety measures Harry wasn't aware of, Dumbledore had decided it would be best if he stayed with the Dursleys 'just wonderfully peachy' thought Harry. He had begged and he had even written to Sirius, but no luck, he was stuck with the Durleys. 'why is everyone treating me like some sort of baby!?' Harry thought, desperate. He wanted to leave this house, go to the Burrow and play quidditch with Ron and his brothers.he was cut from his train of thought thanks to a shriek that came from downstairs.
" What is taking you so long boy?! Get a move on!" came aunt Petunia's shrilling voice. "What on earth does she want so early in the morning" thought Harry out loud as he glance at his watch and saw it was only 6:30 a.m, he went downstairs, into the living room and was surprised to see that uncle Vernon and Dudley where also there being surrounded by suitcases. "Take this to the car" said uncle Vernon grumpily "Um where are we going?" questioned Harry. "WE" said uncle Vernon pointing to Dudley aunt petunia and himself "are going to a two week vacation in Canada, now hurry up and take the suitcases to the car, we don't have all day" "C-canada?" stammered Harry "err that's wonderful, but. what about me?" It was wonderful indeed, maybe at Canada the Dursleys wouldn't nag him much, 'if they take you' said a voice in his head. "You're staying here locked up, on your own" said Dudley in a singsong voice "On my own?" asked Harry, satisfaction in his voice
" Of course that not completely alone silly boy" spat aunt petunia, shuddering at the thought. "We are leaving you under the care of Mrs. Figgs - Harry gave a groan- "She has accepted to come and check on you often". Harry gave a sigh of relief and secretly gave thanks, at least he wasn't staying with Mrs. Figgs "Oh ok" he said, not trying to sound too happy. After taking seven extremely heavy suitcases to the car, Harry happily watched through the window as the Dudley's drove off, two whole undursley weeks! He could sing of joy. When he saw the Dursley's car far away, he did some sort of happy dance and gave a loud "whoop!". He then hurried upstairs into his room and hurried to write a letter to Ron and Hermione telling them the good news, but as he scan the room he saw no sign of Hedwig, 'still not back from that letter I sent to Sirius two days ago' thought Harry, where Sirius was at, he had no clue, the only thing he knew was that he was with Professor Lupin. "Like if that helps" said Harry, he shrugged that away, he shouldn't worry. He decided he would send the letters later. Then he returned to the living room and started watching some t.v, yes, with no Uncle Vernon or Dudley screaming at him to get out of the way. the summer was obviously getting better.
She walked down the marble spiral staircases, wondering how on earth was she going to tell her father about the letter. Would he get mad? It was always very hard to tell how her Father would react to news. Slowly she entered the dinning hall, she had always loved the way it looked at night, it was like walking into a giant diamond, with all its candles flickering and making the silverware look like a glowing gem. A man in silky, black robes was sitting at the end of the table, several parchments scattered around him, he had a hard, menacing face, sapphire eyes and dark brown cheek length hair. She approached him, took a deep breath and spoke "Good evening Father"
"Good evening Neferty" he said in a smooth, cold voice, not even looking at her. "Um I h-have some news for you" stammered Neferty, trying not to sound nervous "You see I got a letter today and." he took his eyes away from his work and looked at her. "You've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" he said tonelessly. Neferty stared at him, surprised "Err yah. but may I ask father, how is it that you know?" her father always seemed to know everything, it gave her a creepy feeling. " It's obvious really, you are one of the best witches at Durmstrang, of course Hogwarts would want you as their student" he said matter of factly. She secretly sneered at this, he always bugged her about her grades 'what's with the flattering?' she thought.
" I see, but aren't you supposed to be 11 when you get your letter? I'll be 15 in two weeks" asked Neferty, rubbing her forehead, she could feel a light headache, this was too confusing.
" You did get your letter, I just thought Durmstrang would be better, their teaching is more effective, but now with the little incident - he snarled as he said this- I believe Hogwarts will have to do"
"Oh yah the incident" said Neferty, not able to hide a hint of happiness in her voice; she had never really liked Durmstrang and had always hope something would make her father change her of school, it looked like the "incident" was the perfect opportunity. Their headmaster, Karkaroff had mysteriously disappeared after he had gone to the Triwizard Tournament, which had been held at Hogwarts. She didn't know much about it, the Ministry hadn't given a full explanation, all she knew was that a boy had died, but what did that had to do with Karkaroff disappearing? She frowned at this. Now, the school with no headmaster, had been taken under the control of the English Ministry of Magic, that was another thing that confused her, why hadn't the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic taken over? It almost looked as if they where trying to keep this as secret as possible. After the news her father had said right away he was taking her out of the school, didn't want her at a school that was ruled by "incompetents that don't know the good use of knowing Dark Arts" as he had placed it. Neferty knew he wasn't too happy with Hogwarts either, he had always complained about how the school should be closed for not teaching Dark Arts, she secretly agreed with him in away, why just knowing how to defend yourself if you don't know from what you are defending. "Father you know what happened to headmaster Karkaroff, right?" she asked, but she had gone too far, she saw that flash of anger through his eyes, of course, she forgot, he had asked her, no, ordered her not to ask questions about the event "Forgive me father, I know I must not muddle in things that aren't of my concern" she added quickly 'though' she thought 'it should be of my concern since it is my school we are talking about in here'. She saw her father's anger fade a little, "Do you have anything else to add?" he said, bit of anger in his voice. "Um yah, it says on my letter I need certain supplies so I was wondering when -he cut her off- "You'll go and buy them in two weeks, I'll take you to Diagon Alley" and when he saw the confused look on her face he added, "it's a wizard market in London, honestly you don't even remember that?" he said, frowning at her. ' seriously, does he expect me to know every bloody location?!' thought Neferty, anger starting to rise in her. "Oh no I know what it is" said Neferty defensively "but isn't my birthday in two weeks? I thought we would spend it together" she said getting closer to him.
"I can't" he said shooing her away with his hand " I have more important things to do, I'll go and drop you off at Diagon Alley, maybe you can stay at the Leaky Cauldron and wait until September 1" "B-but.." started Neferty, sadness in every syllable. "But what? I said I have more important things, do you want to question me?" he said angrily
"No father, I'll do as you say" sighed Neferty "Good, so if that's all please return to your room I'm busy right now, Puska will take you dinner" he said coldly. "Yes father" she said, then exited the dinning hall, she couldn't hide the sadness in her face, so he had never done anything special on her birthday, but to completely ignore it, she sighed, walked up the staircases and entered her room. Neferty opened the door to her bedroom, the room was freezing "Ah I forgot to light the fireplace" she groaned, putting her arms around herself for warm. Sure, the house elves could do it, but she had never liked to order them around, she did most of her things on her own. She walked to the brick fireplace and placed some wood in it. Mino, her kitten was purring, happy to see her, she sat next to him and started patting him. "Look at the bright side" she said grimly, talking more to herself than Mino " at least we'll be very far away from father as soon as we enter Hogwarts"
tada! K wut do u think?? Review plz! Constructive criticism only! Flames will be use to warm the Slytherin Common Room, I don't want my Draco catching a cold! ;)
Love to all that glitters! Lady Malfoy!
"Mysteries of the Black Rose"
Harry woke up in not the most pleasant of ways, his aunt was knocking roughly on the door, urging him to wake up 'wonderful way to start a vacation´ thought Harry bitterly as he got up from bed. He headed to the closet door and look for something to wear, not that he had much to choose from. He passed his hand through his jet black messy hair and put on some baggy pants and a worn out black sweat shirt. He looked around, not much about his room had changed, only that some of Dudley's toys had been thrown away, so he had more room to place his school materials.
Harry got down on the floor and started looking for a pair of socks, he rubbed his back as he did this, he's bed wasn't exactly comfortable, he had grown a few inches and the bed sagged in the middle. Considering that this bed had been used for when Dudley was 6 years old and by that time he already had a "tiny" weight problem. After finding a pair of extremely ugly yellow socks, Harry stood up and looked at his reflection with the mirror that was next to the closet door, he sighed at the pitiful sight of his soon to be 15 skinny self.
Another horrible summer had started, and Harry was not enjoying it a bit, not that he usually had a great summer, but this one was worst than the others. Harry had just finished his fourth year at Hogwarts, barely alive, he had almost been killed by Voldemort again on the last task of the Triwizardry Tournament. He studied his reflection, still the same bright green eyes and untamable hair, and there hidden by messy bangs of hair was his lighting shape scar. This scar was the main reason he was having such a bad summer. "Someday," he thought miserably "my luck is gonna end and Voldemort will kill me" He still remembered that dreaded night, in which thanks to fate he had escaped from Voldemort's trap alive.
Sometimes at night he woke up, drench in sweat, the face of Cedric Diggory still livid on his mind, still hearing the sickening 'thud' Cedric's body made when it fell, lifeless. He still remembered Voldemort's high, cold laugh, the death eaters, the sizzling cauldron, Pettigrew cutting his arm. The duel he had with Voldemort was something that still surprised him, not many people had the privilege of fighting the Dark Lord and live to tell the story. If it wouldn't have been for his parents appearing from the priori incantatum charm he probably would've died. Everything had happened so fast, so many things; it was driving him crazy. At least he had had the hopes of going with the Weasleys, but for safety measures Harry wasn't aware of, Dumbledore had decided it would be best if he stayed with the Dursleys 'just wonderfully peachy' thought Harry. He had begged and he had even written to Sirius, but no luck, he was stuck with the Durleys. 'why is everyone treating me like some sort of baby!?' Harry thought, desperate. He wanted to leave this house, go to the Burrow and play quidditch with Ron and his brothers.he was cut from his train of thought thanks to a shriek that came from downstairs.
" What is taking you so long boy?! Get a move on!" came aunt Petunia's shrilling voice. "What on earth does she want so early in the morning" thought Harry out loud as he glance at his watch and saw it was only 6:30 a.m, he went downstairs, into the living room and was surprised to see that uncle Vernon and Dudley where also there being surrounded by suitcases. "Take this to the car" said uncle Vernon grumpily "Um where are we going?" questioned Harry. "WE" said uncle Vernon pointing to Dudley aunt petunia and himself "are going to a two week vacation in Canada, now hurry up and take the suitcases to the car, we don't have all day" "C-canada?" stammered Harry "err that's wonderful, but. what about me?" It was wonderful indeed, maybe at Canada the Dursleys wouldn't nag him much, 'if they take you' said a voice in his head. "You're staying here locked up, on your own" said Dudley in a singsong voice "On my own?" asked Harry, satisfaction in his voice
" Of course that not completely alone silly boy" spat aunt petunia, shuddering at the thought. "We are leaving you under the care of Mrs. Figgs - Harry gave a groan- "She has accepted to come and check on you often". Harry gave a sigh of relief and secretly gave thanks, at least he wasn't staying with Mrs. Figgs "Oh ok" he said, not trying to sound too happy. After taking seven extremely heavy suitcases to the car, Harry happily watched through the window as the Dudley's drove off, two whole undursley weeks! He could sing of joy. When he saw the Dursley's car far away, he did some sort of happy dance and gave a loud "whoop!". He then hurried upstairs into his room and hurried to write a letter to Ron and Hermione telling them the good news, but as he scan the room he saw no sign of Hedwig, 'still not back from that letter I sent to Sirius two days ago' thought Harry, where Sirius was at, he had no clue, the only thing he knew was that he was with Professor Lupin. "Like if that helps" said Harry, he shrugged that away, he shouldn't worry. He decided he would send the letters later. Then he returned to the living room and started watching some t.v, yes, with no Uncle Vernon or Dudley screaming at him to get out of the way. the summer was obviously getting better.
She walked down the marble spiral staircases, wondering how on earth was she going to tell her father about the letter. Would he get mad? It was always very hard to tell how her Father would react to news. Slowly she entered the dinning hall, she had always loved the way it looked at night, it was like walking into a giant diamond, with all its candles flickering and making the silverware look like a glowing gem. A man in silky, black robes was sitting at the end of the table, several parchments scattered around him, he had a hard, menacing face, sapphire eyes and dark brown cheek length hair. She approached him, took a deep breath and spoke "Good evening Father"
"Good evening Neferty" he said in a smooth, cold voice, not even looking at her. "Um I h-have some news for you" stammered Neferty, trying not to sound nervous "You see I got a letter today and." he took his eyes away from his work and looked at her. "You've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" he said tonelessly. Neferty stared at him, surprised "Err yah. but may I ask father, how is it that you know?" her father always seemed to know everything, it gave her a creepy feeling. " It's obvious really, you are one of the best witches at Durmstrang, of course Hogwarts would want you as their student" he said matter of factly. She secretly sneered at this, he always bugged her about her grades 'what's with the flattering?' she thought.
" I see, but aren't you supposed to be 11 when you get your letter? I'll be 15 in two weeks" asked Neferty, rubbing her forehead, she could feel a light headache, this was too confusing.
" You did get your letter, I just thought Durmstrang would be better, their teaching is more effective, but now with the little incident - he snarled as he said this- I believe Hogwarts will have to do"
"Oh yah the incident" said Neferty, not able to hide a hint of happiness in her voice; she had never really liked Durmstrang and had always hope something would make her father change her of school, it looked like the "incident" was the perfect opportunity. Their headmaster, Karkaroff had mysteriously disappeared after he had gone to the Triwizard Tournament, which had been held at Hogwarts. She didn't know much about it, the Ministry hadn't given a full explanation, all she knew was that a boy had died, but what did that had to do with Karkaroff disappearing? She frowned at this. Now, the school with no headmaster, had been taken under the control of the English Ministry of Magic, that was another thing that confused her, why hadn't the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic taken over? It almost looked as if they where trying to keep this as secret as possible. After the news her father had said right away he was taking her out of the school, didn't want her at a school that was ruled by "incompetents that don't know the good use of knowing Dark Arts" as he had placed it. Neferty knew he wasn't too happy with Hogwarts either, he had always complained about how the school should be closed for not teaching Dark Arts, she secretly agreed with him in away, why just knowing how to defend yourself if you don't know from what you are defending. "Father you know what happened to headmaster Karkaroff, right?" she asked, but she had gone too far, she saw that flash of anger through his eyes, of course, she forgot, he had asked her, no, ordered her not to ask questions about the event "Forgive me father, I know I must not muddle in things that aren't of my concern" she added quickly 'though' she thought 'it should be of my concern since it is my school we are talking about in here'. She saw her father's anger fade a little, "Do you have anything else to add?" he said, bit of anger in his voice. "Um yah, it says on my letter I need certain supplies so I was wondering when -he cut her off- "You'll go and buy them in two weeks, I'll take you to Diagon Alley" and when he saw the confused look on her face he added, "it's a wizard market in London, honestly you don't even remember that?" he said, frowning at her. ' seriously, does he expect me to know every bloody location?!' thought Neferty, anger starting to rise in her. "Oh no I know what it is" said Neferty defensively "but isn't my birthday in two weeks? I thought we would spend it together" she said getting closer to him.
"I can't" he said shooing her away with his hand " I have more important things to do, I'll go and drop you off at Diagon Alley, maybe you can stay at the Leaky Cauldron and wait until September 1" "B-but.." started Neferty, sadness in every syllable. "But what? I said I have more important things, do you want to question me?" he said angrily
"No father, I'll do as you say" sighed Neferty "Good, so if that's all please return to your room I'm busy right now, Puska will take you dinner" he said coldly. "Yes father" she said, then exited the dinning hall, she couldn't hide the sadness in her face, so he had never done anything special on her birthday, but to completely ignore it, she sighed, walked up the staircases and entered her room. Neferty opened the door to her bedroom, the room was freezing "Ah I forgot to light the fireplace" she groaned, putting her arms around herself for warm. Sure, the house elves could do it, but she had never liked to order them around, she did most of her things on her own. She walked to the brick fireplace and placed some wood in it. Mino, her kitten was purring, happy to see her, she sat next to him and started patting him. "Look at the bright side" she said grimly, talking more to herself than Mino " at least we'll be very far away from father as soon as we enter Hogwarts"
tada! K wut do u think?? Review plz! Constructive criticism only! Flames will be use to warm the Slytherin Common Room, I don't want my Draco catching a cold! ;)
Love to all that glitters! Lady Malfoy!