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!


Author's Note: Yay! I got a new reviewer! I am so happy! Nehoo, yeah I decided to not bring Tommy in this chappy I want to take this story a little bit slower so HA! I changed it! Hehe!

Sognare: LOL! Man, I am going to chug those pills away they don't work for me so maybe I'll give'em to you hehehe. Really? Everyone's told me they cried at that chappy I almost did so yada! Hehehe, and I won't lighten up this story is getting darker so ha! Thanks for your review!

Tweetyiscool: LOL! I hinted aye? Yeah, it was payback for the Severus thing, which I still cannot believe; wow depressing music came up kewl! Hehehe, thanks for your review!

Spiffy-Delus of the Durfs: LOL! Hey, I started all my reviews that same! Man, please don't hurt me seriously then I won't be able to update so HA! He was one of my favourites too. **Tear sniff tear** Thanks **sobs** for your **sobs** review!

Chapter Seventeen: Roses and Lilies

"No," said Genevieve her voice trembling with grief, "Y-you lie! He's alive! Stop this! I want to see him!" She tried to get out of bed but Dumbledore pushed her back on her pillow.

"Stop you need rest. I know you are angry and confused but when the time comes I shall explain, and if you must, show you what happened. Take care, Genevieve, we may have won the battle but we still need to fight the war." He, gravely, got up and walked out.

Genevieve sat up and turned around to punch her pillow repeated times until she fell on it and began to cry. Why…does this always happen to me? Why does everyone I love die? It's not fair. It's just not fair!

She began to scream and thrash about saying, "It's not fair!" until Madam Pomfrey came and forcibly poured a dreamless sleeping drought down Genevieve's throat. Fake, and unwelcoming sleep ran through Genevieve encircling her with a warm and dark blanket of sleep.

Genevieve was sitting by the fire in the Teacher's Lounge. She was waiting for Dumbledore, Sirius, and Snape. She wanted to know exactly what happened and they were the only ones who knew exactly and were the only ones who had the courage to say anything. As she kept looking at the fire, chills ran down her spine. Her fear came back more than ever.

She averted her eyes and hadn't even noticed the tears running down her face. She heard the door open and footsteps and whispering issued. Genevieve, simply, averted her gaze and, unexpectedly, landed on Snape.

She hadn't expected to see him angry, to see him burdened with grief, to see him uncomfortable, to see him vulnerable but she did. Even if it was for a mere second she did and it did wonders for her. At least, I'm not the only one.

"Gen? Hey girl how you doing? You feel all right?" said Sirius aguishly. His eyes were red from crying and he looked no better than how she felt.

"I'm all right. You?" she lied.

"Same." He lied back.

"Genevieve…you ready to see what happened?" asked Dumbledore his usual twinkling lost in his blue eyes.

"Sure. By what do you mean 'show'?" She said her eyes cast down afraid anyone would see her tears.

Dumbledore brought out his Penceive and placed it on a desk nearby.

"I imagine you know how this works?" he asked the sadden girl.

She nodded and raised her head to see Sirius and Snape's faces. She searched to find anything some comfort but she saw none. All she saw was despair, anguish, and torture. Their melancholy state was as painful as hers. She walked over to the Penceive and stared down at the silvery contaminants. She quickly glanced at Dumbledore and saw him nod slightly. She sighed and took her wand out and touched the silvery thoughts.

She was knocked down into Dumbledore's thoughts and landed back in the deep, menacing forest of British Columbia. She saw the Death Eaters cursing back and forward toward the Canadian Aurorers. She then noticed herself and Remus running toward the Portkey.

Remus, she thought, what happened to you? She saw herself touch the Portkey and Remus touch it too but a green beam of light hit him square in the back making the shinning, multicoloured shards fall gracefully to the ground. Remus let go of the Portkey and fell face forward on the ground shaking.

Genevieve screamed and ran to him. She knew he didn't see her but she desperately wanted to. She touched him but it didn't affect him. As he shuttered his last breath, he closed his eyes and said, "I love you Genevieve." He then shuddered and lay motionless on the ground. His eyes as lifeless as glass, he looked free of pain and suffering.

"Remus!" Genevieve screamed tears running down her face once again.

She grabbed his robes and cried into them shaking with anger towards the Death Eaters and sadness toward Remus. Genevieve lifted her head to see the shards gather together and make a huge chunk. Dumbledore ran towards it and cursed a Death Eater that tried to steal it.

"Accio Shard!" said Dumbledore.

The shards flew to Dumbledore's out stretched hand and he placed it gingerly in his pocket then he walked over to Remus's body and conjured a stretcher for him.

"Severus! Help me get another Portkey to St. Mungo's!"

Severus nodded and looked at Remus. His eyes were expressionless, as always, but there seemed to be something bothering him. Did he care for the werewolf? Or are my eyes deceiving me? Genevieve thought.

She was pulled out of the Penceive and fell to the floor. She felt sick, she felt like retching. Her brow began to sweat and tears flowed freely.

"I want to go to the Hospital Wing." She said hoarsely her voice like sandpaper.

"Yes, my dear, anything. Severus mind taking her to Poppy?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not at all, Headmaster." He said he glanced at Sirius with venom and signalled Genevieve to follow.

She walked out with her eyes cast down. She started coughing loudly and violently and sat down to catch her breath. She felt Severus nearby but he left some distance between them.

"Why are you so far away?" she snapped once she regained her posture.

He walked closer to her and peered down at her his eyes nerve-racking.

 "Do not take that tone with me, Genevieve, you have no right." He said.

"How can you be so cold when someone close to us pass--?" She was interrupted by his velvet voice.

"Lupin was never close to me. He tried to but we never got along perfectly. He was merely a co-worker with a disadvantage."

"Is that all? He meant nothing to you? He depended on you! He thought of you! How low can you go? Kick him down when he's pass away?" she screamed.

He took a hold of her shoulders and shook her trying to knock some sense in her…or calming her down.

"Listen to me, girl, Lupin and I were never friends. His death will be mourned for and then we will move on! We do not have time to mourn over lost friendships. We have a war to fight." He said.

"Shut up! All I hear about is the goddamn war! Can't we talk for a moment about something other than the war?" She screamed again.

"Our future, the future of the Wizarding world will depend on the outcome of the war. That is why we talk only about the war. Only a little girl like you would not see this." He replied.

"I am not a little girl!" She said.

"Oh, that's right…you're a little doll in the form of a girl." He said tauntingly.

Genevieve's eyes grew big and she, with great difficultly, slapped him. She then turned around and ran toward the Hospital Wing. Severus just stood there in shock. No one has ever slapped me…other than my father…I am such a fool. He touched his check and closed his eyes and began to rub his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the Hospital Wing, Poppy gave Genevieve the disguising potion for her scars. She, then, sat in one of the beds and flopped on the pillows crying. Poppy drew the curtains around her bed and left her be. She knew she was going over something terrible and it was none of her business.

Genevieve simply lied there until she heard footsteps and the curtains being drawn.

"Gen?" it was Sabetha.

"Sabby?" She turned around and saw Sabby standing there flowers in hand. They were combinations of roses and lilies.

 "I…wanted to give you this…to cheer you up." Sabby said averting her gaze.

Genevieve got up and hugged Sabby as hard as she could even though she didn't want to Genevieve cried while being held by her best friend. Sabby simple patted her back and let her friend cry. Once Genevieve stopped she wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt and sat on the bed.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. I was like that when my parents passed away. I guess it's the same with you. Remus was sort of your father figure huh?" she asked.

"How did you know?" Genevieve asked.

"I just figured it out. Is there going to be a funeral?" Sabby asked.

"I don't know I didn't ask…I hope there is." She said.

Sabby nodded and started poking the flowers.

"Those are strange flowers." Genevieve said.

"Oh! I made them in Herbology. We were combining magical plants together and I just decided to combine my two favourite flowers. Roses and Lilies...what happened? I know Dumbledore made us not ask but…I just want to know how he died."

Genevieve lied down, again, on the bed and looked at the ceiling with sadden eyes.

"He was cured by a Death Eater." She said simply with no emotion in her voice.

"Oh…" said Sabby uncomfortably.

"Seems we both have something more in common." Said Genevieve.

"How?" asked Sabby

"Our parents were both killed by Death Eaters…my father figure and my real parents." Said Genevieve.

"So you found out your parents? How were they like?" asked Sabby

"Unreal." Said Genevieve with no emotion once again.

"What?"

"My parents sold their souls and were mud dolls and that is how I was born."

"How? I don't understand."

Then Genevieve explained everything from the burning to the sickening slavery she endured for years. Through all this Genevieve's voice held no emotion like she was reading a grocery list.

"Genevieve…I am so sorry. I don't know what to say." Said Sabby looking at the flowers again.

"You don't have to say anything. All I want you to do is understand me."

Sabby nodded and was about to say something when Madam Pomfrey came by and ushered Sabby out of the room telling Sabby that Genevieve needed rest to recover over her shock.

"But I want to say!" Argued Sabby.

"No, Ms. Coronet needs her rest." Replied Pomfrey.

"But--!"

"Go Sabby I'll be fine" said Genevieve causing both Sabby and Pomfrey to stop arguing. Sabby nodded and left the wing. Pomfrey brought a sleeping drought and this time she took it without hesitation.

Genevieve needed to think and rest and what better way then to sleep on it? She thought. She took the flowers that Sabetha made for her and placed them in a vase on her nightstand.

So now, every time she looked at those flowers she would know there would be someone waiting and caring for her. Genevieve lied down and, in one gulp, drank her potion. Quickly the warm, blanket of sleep washed over her and she, for the first time all-day, relaxed and slept.

Another Author's Note: I am writing so many boring chappies sorry people! Nehoo, in the next chapter, Haunted, Genevieve visits Remus's grave, starts some classes, her relationship with Snape crumbles, and we DO meet Tommy! I swear! Review! Now!

~An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin