Title: What Lies Within…

By: An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin

Rated: PG-13, just to be safe. For Language and Suggestive themes

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that's J.K. Rowling's, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. All I own is Genevieve. Hope you enjoy my fanfic!

Plot: Only a magical jewel can stop Voldermort's reign. But when the jewel is broken and sent to the corners of the of the world, only a young girl with a scarred past can find them in time, and must come to except herself in the process.

Dedication: This is to everyone whose felt alone and discriminated. You are not alone and there are people who love you even if you don't know it. Also, a warm thank you to Emily Wallinger, my beta, who's just the best Beta any writer could obtain really she's awesome! (Gives her a Porsche!) And to my two only reviewers I love you guys! (Gives Tweetyiscool and Cookie6 a Porsche too!)

Author's Note: Yes well if you haven't noticed some of the titles come from Enya songs, who is my all time favourite singer, so if you didn't know…now you do!

Tweetyiscool: Hehehe your reviews are so kewl man I love them they're so sweet. Well, I all ready reviewed all of your chapters so there are you happy now?! Hehehe.

Cookie6:  Well, now you don't have to wonder here's the next chapter!


Chapter Four: My Eyes Divide The Sky

Genevieve was behind a trap door near the entrance to the Great Hall. She was waiting for all the students to settle down and for Dumbledore to cue her entrance. She was extremely nervous.

There are so many people, she thought, but Remus and Snuffles and the other teachers will be there.

There was a great comfort in those words. She learned that she could count on them not for everything but it was a start. She never thought she would feel like this for another person but she never did except to become a slave either. Then she heard Dumbledore speak.

"…Good news everyone! Professor Lupin is back for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, and Professor MacLellan for the Boadicea lessons and we have a new student who has arrived from a little secluded privet school from Mayfair. Please welcome, Ms. Genevieve Coronet!"

That was her cue. Genevieve decided to use Mrs. Adeline Coronet's last name since she didn't know her own. She took a deep breath and opened the doors. She noticed that everyone was staring at her. She was overwhelmed,

So many faces, she kept saying in her mind, so many faces.

But then she looked up at the beaming faces of her teachers and that was enough. She bravely stepped inside, closed the doors and travelled up to where the sorting hat stood.

She sat on the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed over her head. She heard the Sorting Hat speak,

"Ahh, so you're the young girl the teachers have been chatting about, aye? Genevieve?"

She nodded slightly and it continued,

"Hmm, you have great power…too fragile for Slytherin, too tranquil for Gryffindor, far stronger than any Hufflepuff, yes you'll go great in…RAVENCLAW!"

Everyone clapped. Genevieve got up and walked gingerly to the most cheering table with a blue banner hung way high into the air. An eagle was proudly sewn onto the blue majestic streamer. She smiled slightly.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all, she thought.

She sat down near the front of the table, clearly wanting to get away from all the prying eyes. A boy with light brown hair and cerulean eyes spoke,

"Hello my name is Damien welcome to Ravenclaw."

He went to shake her hand when he stopped. He noticed she flinched when he suddenly moved his arm.

"Are you all right? I haven't offended you have I?"

She shook her head no and replied,

"I'm still not used to…all this."

Damien arched an eyebrow,

"What do you mean?"

She looked back at her empty plate,

"Nothing," she said, "nothing."

Damien became quite after that. She didn't eat she didn't drink. He thought she was weird but didn't want to say anything.

That would be terribly rude, he thought.

She kept glancing at the High table and avoiding the little glances that a random teacher would do. She felt empty almost hollow-like like a brand new wooden toy drained of its interior sawdust.

Soon, Dumbledore said he last few bits Genevieve didn't really listen and soon all the children were sent off to bed. Damien tapped Genevieve's shoulder sensitively.

"Want me to show you the Common Room?"

She nodded and gravely getting up from her seat. As though she were awaiting her execution. To break the ice, as they say, Damien tried to make small talk,

"So what part of Mayfair are you from?"

"No where special."

"Really? I'd think home would be a special place."

"I have no home."

Damien looked at her abruptly,

"What?"

Genevieve stopped and placed her hand the a small drapery with the words,

"My eyes divide the sky,

As sirens sound in heaven,

My will brings down the moon,

And shatters it to pieces"

Brightly engraved in blue and gold. A large eagle was over it almost as if guarding the words instead of what lied within. Genevieve's index finger lightly went over them repeating the phrases over and over in her head.

"What's the password?"

"What?"

"What is the password to get into the Common Room?"

"Oh, Shepherd Moons…"

At those spoken words the tapestry opened and revealed a dimly lighted room. The surrounding furniture and simple decorations were coloured in blue and silver. Portraits of a grandiose eagle popped here and there matching snugly. Rowena certainly made everything cheerful, Genevieve thought as she walked about the Common Room.

"The girls' dormitories are up those stairs to your right. Um, welcome."

Damien said again as he rushed up those stairs and went on his left toward the boys' room. Genevieve walked up the stairs and went inside her room. There were five beds with blue and silver bed curtains hanging down gently concealing their owners.

Genevieve noticed that the bed nearest to the window wasn't occupied. She was grateful since she enjoyed looking up at the sky for some comfort before dozing off. She snuggled in bed, drew her curtains down all except one so she could gaze out into the night. The moon was nowhere to be seen so the pale light of the stars was all to be seen. She was happy the moon wasn't out. Her last thought was of Remus no Professor Lupin smiling down at her with the full moon high in the night sky…

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Morning dawned on Hogwarts again. Bring it the full, warm feeling of a sunny beautiful day. A perfect day to start the lessons that awaited the sleeping girl tangled up in her blue and silver sheets.

"Excuse me?"

A girl with wavy ebony black hair tapped Genevieve gently on her shoulder. Genevieve mumbled softly and opened her eyes. This isn't my room, she slowly thought. Then the memory of last night hit her she was in the girls' Ravenclaw dormitories.

"Sorry."

Genevieve said. She got up sharply and made for bathroom when she remembered that girl was still by her bed.

"Uh, thanks for waking me."

"No trouble."

The girl said,

"My name is Sabetha Anderson but my friends call me Sabby. What's your name?"

"Genevieve Coronet. Pleasure to meet you, Sabetha. I have to go and take a shower, JA ne."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Its Japanese for "see you later."

"Oh all right uh, ja ne!"

Sabetha quickly made her way down to the Common Room.

A few minutes later, Genevieve came out with her hair in a messy ponytail, and a somewhat tired expression. Genevieve noticed Sabetha near the Common Room exist.

"Hey, want to sit next to me at the Great Hall?"

"Um…sure."

"Great. So, do you have a favourite class or something from your old school?"

"Well, I kind of like Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts but my favourite right now is Care of Magical Creatures I like animals."

"Cool my favourite, has always and will always be, Charms. I'm pretty good with a wand."

Soon the two girls bound into the Great Hall and walked toward the Ravenclaw table. Sabetha sat down at the front of the table where no one was sitting. Genevieve was taken back.

Didn't she say she had friends? Is she sitting here because of me, she thought?

"Aren't you going to sit with your friends?"

All of a sudden, Sabetha became uneasy and began playing with her silverware.

"To tell you the truth, I kind of don't have many friends. I only have one…and that kind of includes you. Unless, you don't want to be and that's fine…"

"No, I was just wondering if it was because of me. That you didn't want others to know you wanted me as a friend."

"Then I wouldn't have talked to you silly! Nah, it's just that…I'm kind of too quiet and kind of shut out for most people hope you don't mind."

"No not at all I'm kind of like that too." Soon, Sabetha smiled and patted the seat next to her,

"Hurry before someone steals it." She said good-humouredly.

Genevieve sat down and was placing a small amount of eggs on her plate when a voice was heard behind them,

"Oh, look it's Shabby Sabby hey watch out don't eat all that food yourself think of your skirt it might rip with all the fat you got there in the middle."

Genevieve turned to see a girl with a pug face. Genevieve noticed that girl was in Slytherin not by her tie or brooch but by the way she was treating Sabetha.

Genevieve looked at Sabetha and noticed she stopped eating and pulled her robes a little to hide her stomach. Sabetha wasn't fat she had a little round stomach that was hardly noticeable. The pug-faced girl left laughing back to her table and Genevieve said,

"You're not fat. What's she talking about?"

Sabetha pushed her half eaten plate away from herself and replied,

"Last year I had a weight problem. I was very overweight and I'm poor and I buy second-hand clothing and a lot of people teased me especially the Slytherins. That's one of the reasons why I'm so closed to people."

"I know what it feels to be alone by the way you look or what social status you are at least I'm – I mean you're not alone. You don't really mind if I call you Sabby?"

Sabetha shook her head no and both girls fell silent until their class schedules came. Sabetha spoke up,

"Hmm we have Charms first, which is a relief since Charms does cheer my mood up, then Transfiguration, next Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Double Potions, well that won't bring up my mood more like dropping it, Care of Magical Creatures, and…hey we both have Divination and Boadicea!"

"What's Boadicea?" asked Genevieve.

"It's a special class for people to relax and unwound. For nervous idiots like me." Sabetha laughed apprehensively and grabbed her bag.

"You coming?"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Genevieve grabbed her bag and followed Sabetha to Charms.

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"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet." Replied, Genevieve.

"Even if it were called Stinkweed?"

Genevieve and Sabetha were in the Common Room chatting quietly after finishing their homework. Their day had been quite entertaining. Nothing really interesting had happened only after lunch when they met up with Malfoy.

He was certain he had met Genevieve before he just couldn't remember when he tried, desperately, to remember asking her almost her entire life and in the end they left him in the deserted hall with many unanswered questions.

Laughing Genevieve replied,

"Yeah, even if it were called, "Stinkweed. You think Malfoy will stop and leave me alone I mean I don't recall ever meeting an arrogant, brat like him…would be kind of hard to forget such a face."

Giggling Sabetha said,

"Yeah, so much gel in his hair so scary I wonder if his hair is real."

Both girls laughed. They were really getting along well. Finally, a Ravenclaw Prefect told the laughing pair to go to bed. As they settled in their beds, Genevieve perceived something. She felt as if something powerful, yet small was around her. Somewhere near. Genevieve walked over to where Aingealag was perched. Genevieve patted her head soothingly and looked out into the night sky again.

What am I feeling, she thought, what am I suppose to look for?

With her unanswered questions Genevieve lowered all but one of her bed curtains and fell asleep looking upon the very same object she was supposed to find.

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Under the same night sky, a menacing voice rang through the eerie silence.

"The girl can sense them. We need to get her so we can collect the shards. Without them I won't be able to gain control, gain power. Find a way, also, to get Potter along. If I can't have one Collector then no one will."

The man looked upon his grovelling servants and dismissed them all. They all disappeared into thin air to act out Lord Voldermort's plan. They were not aware that a boy with a lightning shaped scar had seen what was to come.

Another Author's Note: I am so sorry for the long wait I'm busy at the moment and I really don't have much "computer time" but the next chapter will be up soon! Next up, Marble Halls, Genevieve discovers a disturbing secret!

~An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin