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! And my two main reviewers Tweetyiscool and Cookie6 (Gives them…Johnny Depp to share!)
Author's Note: The song is not mine its Loreena McKennitt a very
talented Irish singer by the way! Also, I'm going to start getting darker so
**screams** watch out, Moosey, 'cause here I come! **Cough, cough** the story
of Echo and Narcissus is borrowed from Bulfinch's
Mythology: The Age of Fable.
Frini: Thank you for your review! And for your tips! I love writing Sirius and Remus they're so much fun! And I'll be careful with Severus I'll try to harden him up hehehe!
Cinderella200: Thank you! I know I love it too! ☺
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Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin: Wow I'm sad I reviewed my own chapter lol!
Chapter Eleven: The Dark Night of the Soul
Beautiful rays of gold travelled down and hit the marvellously crafted windows bringing forth the new day. Genevieve slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head from her pillow.
Today's the day, she thought, today my questions are answered.
She quickly bathed, clothed herself and raced toward Professor Dumbledore's office. She didn't care if it was still early in the morn, she didn't care if she had to miss breakfast all she cared about was the fact that now she felt thin, stretched like butter spread over too much bread.
She ran to the gargoyle, replied the password and raced upward on the enchanted staircase. She knocked three times each knock getting harder.
"Come in." said a voice beyond the grand oak doors.
Genevieve opened the door slowly and noticed that her Headmaster was sitting behind his desk reading the paper.
"Did he ever sleep?" She thought.
"Sir? I have an urgent question."
"What about, Ms. Coronet?"
"Uh…it's about the Crystal."
She seemed to capture his attention for he raised his eyebrows; he signalled her to sit in front of him and placed his paper down.
"You see sir yesterday at the gathering I hit Draco Malfoy for ahem stealing Sabetha and my present and so then I felt this sensation from the crystal and I just…healed him. I don't know how to explain it sir."
"Genevieve…you were destined to protect this jewel. It is only natural for you to feel its power in you. Its power reflexes your soul. If you're soul, shall we say, were evil then the jewel would be corrupted. With your inner powers you are cleansing the sparkler from harm. Now I suggest you go and have breakfast with your friends they might worry where you are since you left in such a hurry."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
Genevieve nodded and walked toward the Great Hall.
Wait a minute…how did he know I ran and was in such a hurry to get here, she thought, that man sure knows what's going on around here.
She decided to skip breakfast and head toward her first class Charms.
Genevieve did not feel in a talkative mood and she made this very clearly toward Sabby and Damien so they shut their mouths and kept their thoughts to themselves. Genevieve was so caught up in her own world that she messed up her charm assignment and was presented with more homework.
By the time Genevieve arrived in Defence Against the Dark Arts she was completely tired and annoyed with the whole "healing" situation.
"What's troubling you, Genevieve?"
She snapped her head up to see Remus's face worry etched into his handsome features.
"How did you know something was bothering me?"
"Your body language and my parental senses."
"You're not my father."
"Well I still care about you…seriously what's disturbing you?"
Genevieve glanced toward the door and leaned back in her chair.
"Its something personal. I'd rather not talk about it right now."
Remus took her hand soothingly and replied,
"All right but remember I'll always have my door open and you can always come whenever you like and talk."
"Yes, sir."
As Remus headed for his desk he heard her speak,
"You'll always be one to me."
He turned around slowly and was about to question her when Harry, Ron and Hermione stopped him.
"Hello sir, how are you?" asked Harry.
"Very well thank you for asking Harry I would love to chat with you all but class is about to start why don't we talk after class?"
The trio nodded and sat in front of Genevieve.
"All right class settle down today we will begin out lesson with an old but still lovable creature…wood nymphs may anyone tell me what is a nymph to start with?"
It wasn't a big surprise when Hermione raised her hand high in the air.
"Yes, Hermione."
"A nymph is a fantasy creature from Greek mythology. They are not fairies, but a different type of creature. They are defined as any of the minor divinities of nature in classical mythology represented as beautiful maidens dwelling in the mountains, forests, trees, and waters." Said Hermione as if she were reading from a textbook.
"Very good ten points to Gryffindor.
Muggles quoted nymphs as magical creatures that took the form of a maiden and
had the entitlement of the four elements. It is said that mostly wood nymphs
have a way with words. Their love for talking and singing is most famous. Now,
for your assignment I want an essay on any famous nymph wood, water, wind, and
earth as long as you explain in detail why they were so important and how they
ended in grief, happiness, and etcetera. You have this class hour to work on
your essays they are due next week."
Genevieve took out her book and started looking through the pages for any nymph she thought was worth enough to write about. She flipped, god knows how many, pages until she found one that caught her eye. It was the story of Echo and Narcissus.
Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was the favorite of Diana, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one failing: she was fond of talking and, whether in chat or argument, would have the last word.
One day Juno was seeking her husband, who she had reason to fear was amusing himself among the nymphs. Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess until the nymphs made their escape.
When Juno discovered it, she passed sentence upon Echo with these words: "You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that one purpose you are so fond of -- talking back. You shall still have the last word but no power to speak first."
This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the chase upon the mountains. She loved him and followed his footsteps. Oh, how she longed to address him in the softest accents and win him to converse, but it was not in her power. She waited with impatience for him to speak first and had her answer ready.
One day the youth, being separated from his companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?"
Echo replied, "Here."
Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one, called out, "Come."
Echo answered, "Come."
As no one came, Narcissus called again, "Why do you shun me?" Echo asked the same question in return.
"Let us join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming; "Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me!"
"Have me," said she, but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went to hide her embarrassment in the recesses of the woods.
From that time forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs. Her form faded with grief, until at last all her flesh shrank away. Her bones were changed into rocks, and there was nothing left of her but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to anyone who calls to her and keeps up her old habit of having the last word.
This was not the only instance of the cruelty of Narcissus toward others. He shunned all the rest of the nymphs, as he had done poor Echo.
One day a maiden, who had in vain endeavored to attract him, uttered a prayer that he might some time or other feel what it was like to love and meet no return of affection. The avenging goddess heard and granted the prayer.
There was a clear fountain, with water like silver, to which the shepherds never drove their flocks, nor did the mountain goats drink of it, nor any of the beasts of the forests; neither was it defaced with fallen leaves or branches, but the grass grew fresh around it, and the rocks sheltered it from the sun.
One day the youth Narcissus came to this pool heated and thirsty, fatigued from hunting. He stooped down to drink and saw his own image in the water. He thought it was some beautiful water-spirit living in the fountain. He stood, gazing with admiration at those bright eyes, those locks curled like the locks of Bacchus or Apollo, the rounded cheeks, the ivory neck, the parted lips, and the glow of health and exercise over all.
He fell in love with himself. He brought his lips near to take a kiss; he plunged his arms in to embrace the beloved object. It fled at the touch, but returned again after a moment and renewed the fascination. He could not tear himself away. He lost all thought of food or rest while he hovered over the brink of the fountain gazing upon his own image.
He talked to the supposed spirit: "Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms you do the same, and you smile upon me and answer my beckonings with the like."
His tears fell into the water and disturbed the image. As he saw it depart, he exclaimed, "Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze upon you, if I may not touch you." With this, and much more of the same kind, he cherished the flame that consumed him, so that by degrees he lost his color, his vigor, and the beauty, which formerly had so charmed the nymph Echo. She kept near him, however, and when he exclaimed, "Alas! Alas!" she answered him with the same words.
He pined away and died; and when his shade passed the Stygian river, it leaned over the boat to catch a look at itself in the waters.
The nymphs pined for him, especially the water nymphs; and when they smote their breasts Echo smote hers also. They prepared a funeral pile and would have burned the body, but it was nowhere to be found; but in its place a flower, purple within and surrounded with white leaves, which bears the name and preserves the memory of Narcissus.
Genevieve quickly copied some notes and decided this was the topic of her essay. The bell rang throughout the school and Genevieve quickly ran out of the class almost knocking Harry down.
The day went on quickly and without much activity. Soon Genevieve could be seen in the Library quickly writing her essay slightly separated from everyone else.
As she was writing her fourth paragraph she looked up and caught sight of a boy with messy black hair running quickly from the library with what appeared to be a book in hand. Genevieve couldn't have cared less if only she didn't sense a shard once she saw Harry.
Deviously, she ran after him careful not to be seen and become aware that Harry was making his way toward the Forbidden Forrest. Genevieve hesitated a bit uncertain if following Harry was a good idea but she decided in the end that she was going.
As she travelled through the menacing looking trees she heard the sound of someone singing. She couldn't make out the words but it was a sort of melancholy tune. As she got closer to the voice words became clearer. Genevieve, suddenly, lost sight of Harry,
"Damn it."
She walked around for a few minutes before giving up and turning around. As she walked, she saw a light to her right. Genevieve cautiously made toward it and noticed a young woman sitting on a white, glowing log. She was combing her hair with a white ebony comb.
She noticed something strange about the woman and looked at her more carefully. Suddenly, then popped in her head. She's a wood nymph, thought Genevieve. Her thoughts were disrupted when the young maiden began to sing:
Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by the night.
And by the secret stair I quickly fled.
The veil concealed my eyes.
While all within lay quiet as the dead
Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
To the beloved one
Transforming each of them into the other
Upon that misty night
In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
Than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire t'was led me on.
And shone more bright than of the midday sun.
To where he waited still
It was a place where no one else could come
Within my pounding heart
Which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
Beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
The wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
Caressed my every sense it would allow
I lost myself to him
And laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
As in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
So it was her who was singing, thought Genevieve.
From out of nowhere Harry came toward the nymph. She stopped singing and looked toward him. He stretched out his hand and gave the maiden something. Genevieve noticed that it was a shard!
She jumped from her location and ran toward the nymph and took the shard away from her.
"Scarlet! Wench! File creature from the foundation of Hell!" She started to scream.
"This shard is mine! Not yours go away you filthy piece of scum!" said Genevieve.
All of a sudden, the maiden transformed into a giant spider with the maidens head.
"Shikon No Tama!" she screams.
"Flipendo!" screamed Genevieve.
The spider was knocked off balanced while the creature was on its back Genevieve took Harry's hand and started to run toward the castle. They were successful and made it to Hagrid's hut where they both gathered their breaths.
"Why did you give it to her?" Genevieve asked Harry.
"I don't know I found it during Care of Magical Creatures and that…thing found me and hypnotised me I think and told me to give it to her later what is that thing anyways?" he said as he pointed to the shard.
"It's a long story Harry but since you can see it I'll explain it to you. Maybe we can meet later let's say after exams?"
"Sure. Uh…sorry about that."
"It's all right you didn't know that thing was a giant spider ready to eat you just next time you find a shard tell me ok?"
Harry nodded and made his way toward the Gryffindor Common Room while Genevieve went to hers. She quickly and quietly entered her room and fell asleep in her bed not knowing a pair of watchful eyes saw the entire thing.
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Genevieve was getting ready for her exams she hadn't realised how fast time had flown by and all ready they were getting some pre-exams just to get the students ready for the real one. It still had points but not as much as the real one.
As she worked on her potion Genevieve noticed that Sabby was glancing at her a lot through Potions. She could feel a certain awkward silence between them. Soon, they finished and let Professor Snape check over it. He sneered and wrote what looked like a low grade and went off to check another potion.
"What's wrong, Sabby?"
"Nothing I just don't feel like talking."
"Why?"
"I just don't."
"Is it about me?"
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" Sabetha screamed.
"What is going on here, Miss Anderson?" asked Snape in a low hiss.
"Nothing I---"
"That is no excuse for screaming in my class. Forty points off of Ravenclaw and a detention you'll see me after class to arrange your punishment." He walked off.
"Thanks a lot, Gen."
"I didn't do anything it's you. You're being the ungrateful one."
"Fine it's all my fault who cares just don't talk to me, Coronet."
Once the bell rang Genevieve pushed Sabetha away from her roughly and walked out of the classroom and toward her room and cried in her pillow. She, out of the blue, knew her life was going to get worse from now on. With all her problems, she even forgot to meet Harry and talk about the shard.
Another Author's Note: Wow nine freakin' pages that's a whole lot of writing hahaha anyways yeah Genevieve is mad at Sabetha and vice versa in the next chapter, Silver Teardrops From My Heart, we learn why Sabetha's mad, we apologize with Harry, special guests Sirius and Remus (woo hoo!) and a depressing poem pushes Genevieve off the edge! Tune in next time, mooses!
~An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin
