Summery- Anna Roch is the normal everyday HP fan who wishes is was all real. Her wish comes true, but all things come with sacrifices.
Chapter 1
Golden Eyes
Yep, Anna, that's me. A 15 year old girl who gets made fun of at school because she likes Harry Potter and isn't afraid to admit is. Whose family is crazy. Who doesn't have any real friends.
And on top of it all, it's summer. The time of year I sit at home and imagine what I wish were true. Oh, if only Harry, and his world were real! Then I'd fit in. In the wizarding world, difference doesn't mean you're scowled upon.
At the present moment, it is 2 A.M. CST. Yep, I live in Nebraska. Omaha, to be precise. And if you're not from the area, you probably have no idea what life is like here, or what a Runza is. At the present moment I sit in front of my computer, finishing up my latest fan fiction before the computer freezes, again. I've never had the best of luck with electronic gadgets. As I lean back in my chair, I began to imagine what life would be like if magic were real. Countless possibilities sweep through my mind and I stand the chair up on its two back legs. I grab the Sorcerer's Stone from the computer desk and make a wish. A wish that I could be a part of that world. My eyes closed, a wide smile on my face, and I fall back words in my chair, and am knocked out.
When I woke, I saw gray, stonewalls surrounding me and a light, white sheet covering me. I lifted my head and body, trying to figure out where I was. Immediately, a woman, who looked to be a nurse that popped out of nowhere, shoved me back into the bed.
"Miss, you are really in no shape to sit up. After that head wound you need some bed rest. Now just lay down while I get you some headache potion."
"Potion?" I stammered out, and I realized now that my head was pounding with pain.
"Well what do you think you're going to take, headache candy?"
Now lying down, I shut my eyes and began to think, which hurt at the moment. But the more the nurse searched, the more I realized that the wish I had made before I fell in the chair… might have been granted. With little evidence leading towards it yet, I kept my mouth shut, and watched the nurse bring the potion over to me.
"You'll need to drink all of this." She said, handing me a large goblet of what looked like 3-month-old milk. "Hurry up," she said, as I sat motionless, staring at the glass in hand, "I need to help Millicent Bulstrode with a curse that was put on her by some one. I've tried to get her tell, but something in the curse keeps her from telling and every time I ask she begins, she quack loudly."
Totally lost in the proceedings, I drank the foul looking liquid, and was surprised when the taste of apples reached my mouth. When the goblet was emptied, the nurse, (whom I now believed to be Madam Pomphry) took it and left. Sitting up a bit I looked down the long line of beds and saw a girl sitting on the side of a bed, with great scorch marks all over her face. Taking a quick guess, I made it out that this was most likely Bulstrode.
Still looking down the line of beds, I saw a tall, old man enter. He had
long, white hair, and a beard to match that looked as if it could be tucked into his belt. And even from here, I could tell that his eyes were a something of a sparkling blue. When he skipped over Bulstrode, I looked down the bed line on my other side to find it empty. He had to be coming to talk to me.
When he arrived at my bedside, he conjured a puffy, red armchair and sat down. At first he just sat there, his eyes staring off into space, as if deep in thought. After five minutes of this, I lay my head down on my pillow. It was then that he spoke.
"You gave us quiet a scare."
"Sir?" I said, sitting up in bed and trying to be respectful. If this was a dream, I was going to make a good impression of my self.
"A few students found you down on the grounds. I came down immediately and found you had a massive head wound. Madam Pomphry healed it best she could, but we weren't sure if you'd pull through or not."
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"About two weeks. But the question I must ask you now is this. Do you have any idea how you got here?"
My mind went blank. Should I tell the truth about myself, and how I was really a muggle and didn't belong in this world? About how I made a wish to come here and somehow, I did?
Suddenly, the answer came clear to me. Dumbledore is an accomplished Legiliment and is probably reading my mind right now…
"That," he spoke, with slight amusement in his voice, "Is true, I am sorry to say. If there is anything you don't want me to know, please, don't think it. But now that I know at least scattered thoughts of your story, may I hear your name?"
"Anna, Anna Roch." (A/N- pronounced 'rock')
"Well, Miss Roch, since you already know who I am, may I acquire how? I knew you were muggle the moment I saw you. But there was, and still is a magic aura around you. You are radiating it more then the school it's self. Unless I am much mistaken… do either of your parents have magical blood?"
"No…" I said, unsure of where Dumbledore was going with this conversation.
"You weren't adopted? Neither of you're parents?"
"Not that I know of. I've seen the pictures of me with my mom right after I was born." Then I muttered very quietly, "Don't I wish those pictures were fake." But Dumbledore seemed to hear me.
"Then, if nothing, you're were different from everyone else around you?"
"I guess you could say that." I said. I'd never been this open about my heart with anyone. Not even my sister. But something in those blue eyes made me feel that I had to tell and that I could trust that my secrets were safe with him.
"At school I am made fun of or shunned. When we do partner activities, I'm always the one with out a partner. I try to make friends, I really do! I think I'm being friendly and everything, but they all just act like I don't exist. And I feel so… trapped. As if I'm a lion in a circus in a cage surrounded by a thousand people who are always against me. It's like they want to see me jump through hoops in order to be their friend for their amusement."
"Ms. Roch, I feel there is something to tell you."
I started intently and expectantly at him. Whatever it was, I wanted to hear it.
"I must begin here, at Hogwarts. Have you ever heard of a boy named, Harry Potter?"
"Yes, how couldn't I have? I've read over and over the books about him. If your tell me an event, I can tell you what chapter it happened in." When I said this, my voice became enthusiastic.
"I'm sure you could." He said with a smile on his face. "Those books have went up to his fifth year, though he is now 16 and in his sixth year. You know of the Prophecy then?"
"Yes." I said, my voice becoming sad again.
"What you do not know, is that a type of prophecy was made about, from what I can conclude, you."
"Me?" I said in almost a whisper.
"Yes you. But it is just an old poem stating random facts. Many people never thought it more then a made up poem. Upon meeting you, I think it may be something of a little more importance. It goes thus:
'An aura stronger then stone
Runs through her very bones.
Though many find her heritage lacking
Other's wish she'd get her bags packing.
In a cage like a lion she feels,
Because in front of a book she kneels.
But inside this story
Lay lies, truth, and glory.
She is not what she expects to be
The Dark Lord cannot be defeated by one.
But by two it can be done.
A curse unknown but in a book of lore,
Shall burn the Dark Lords evil core.
His fear will bring a curse that can bring his end.
And to their choices his soul will bend.
And the two Chosen will work together above
The ruins of two worlds as they become one.'
" I guess that more then anything, it is a riddle. And until now, it has made almost no sense, and I myself thought that it was but a made up imitation of hope, or that it may point to another Dark Lord many years from now. But, the clues all point to one thing. You."
"Me?" I said again, finding that a lot was happening to me at just once. I had been thrown into this world, and even if it was just a dream, it was a bit overwhelming.
"Yes, you" he spoke, his eyes still glittering but now with more of a serious tone in his voice. "And young as you are, I have found it better to tell people the truth rather then lies. As you know, I kept a lot of information from Harry till it was too late. I told you front up the truth, something I now find I am glad of.
"As the riddle goes, two people shall defeat the Dark Lord. I'm not sure what each individual line means, but I can take a guess at it. The first line, ''an aura stronger then stone, Run's through her very bones.' Is fairly simple. As I told you before, any magical being that comes upon you will feel it. The next line, though many find her heritage lacking, Other's wish she'd get her bags packing.' is slightly understandable. You heritage lacking would be taken from what muggle-haters would have to say. You're bags packing is a bit of a mystery to me."
"Not to me," I spoke grimly, "Back at home my parents had sent me to a boarding school. My classmates told me loads of times they wished I'd move out. Maybe it's referring to that."
"Yes, it would fit if you used it like that. After that is, 'in a cage like a lion she feels,
Because in front of a book she kneels'. The beginning part can be explained by what you said earlier, but the second part… I'm not as sure."
Anna kept quiet and willed her mind to shut down memories that the last line had brought up. When she had felt most depressed, and no God she believed in was answering her prayers, she knelt down in front of the books and prayed with all her heart that what ever she was in dyer need of. The thing that scared her the most was when those things came true after praying to him. Yes, she was obsessive… but she had no one else in life, and God did not even seem to answer her prayers. She hadn't had a friend in the world, and the books that took her away from the real world seemed almost a savior to her.
"Next," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes ever watchful of her as she bent her head to avoid eye contact. "Comes this line, 'But inside this story, Lay lies, truth, and glory.'
This just seems to point at the fact that it is true, for all stories hold those things.
She is not what she expects to be clearly seems to say that you don't expect to be this figure. And this line stands alone and with out rhyme. It stands out above the others and seems to give off more. 'The Dark Lord alone cannot be defeated by one.
But by two it can be done. A curse unknown but in a book of lore, Shall burn the Dark Lords evil core.' Here it just seems to say that Harry alone cannot defeat Voldemort, that someone must help him… the one mentioned above. And then it mentions a curse to kill him that neither I, nor any one else knows… but it may be found in a book of lore.
"His fear will bring a curse that can bring his end. And to their choices his soul will bend.' Voldemorts fear will be his down fall, and when you kill him, you will decide something about his soul.
"The final line is thus; 'and the two Chosen will work together above, The ruins of two worlds as they become one.' The first half is quiet clear, while the second half is misty, and has so many meanings that I can not choose one as a final decision."
"So this… riddle, may hold the answers to the future?"
"May, being the stressed word. Nothing is certain until after it has happened. That is something I had to learn a long-"
"Professor?"
I looked up from my conversation with Dumbledore to find a normal heighten, skinny boy with a rag of messy black hair, glasses and bright, star like green eyes. And underneath his bangs, you could see the smallest glimmer of a scar.
"Ah yes, Harry. I'm sorry to have to pull you out of Potions, but I believe this Miss Roch has a greater urgency and need to meet you."
"Honestly, Professor, it's not problem at all."
"That's what I thought. Now for introductions, Anna, this is Harry Potter, Harry, this is Anna Roch." Harry's gaze turned to Anna's and she returned it. After a moment of eye contact she saw a glimmer of respect climb into his eyes before it quickly changed to curiosity and wonder. "I believe she may be the one mentioned in the riddle… in fact, I am almost positive." The two both continued to make eye contact. Anna felt as if she could feel every thought going through his mind. Not so much the thought, but the feeling the came into his heart and mind with every separate word Dumbledore spoke. The Headmaster began to go through, telling Harry about each line in the riddle as he figured they meant. All the while, the two kept eye contact. After what felt like 5 minutes or more with neither blinking, Anna's mind began to swim with thoughts that did not belong to her…
"Aunt Petunia?" a small boy of about four began.
"What?" A young, long necked, skinny women said in reply in a snappy, annoyed voice.
"How did my parents die?"
"I told you, in a car crash!" she snapped back, looking startled at the idea of him questioning what she had already told him. And to shut him up, she finished with, "And don't ask questions" before sending him away.
Then, a bright light flashed, and another thought came. She seemed to be inside Harry's mind, thinking what he thought, seeing through his eyes…
Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil, which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as through it had just been touched.
"Who's there?" I spoke, jumping down onto the bench below. There was no answering voice, but the veil continued to flutter and sway.
A strong feeling of sadness came upon her when she had heard the voices… as if she already knew who'd death would happen there, but didn't really know it…
"STOP!" shouted a voice, bringing her out of her trance and back into reality. By the look of it, Dumbledore had stopped mid-sentence to Harry's scream. She looked back at Harry to find his eyes red and his entire face covered in a glistening sweat.
When she stopped staring, she realized her heart was beating very fast, and her breathing was deep and troubled, as if she'd just run 2 miles at a full sprint.
Lying down on her bed she shut her eyes to calm herself. Dumbledore continued to watch until finally Harry spoke up.
"What is she?"
"She's human. Muggle in fact."
Anna was beginning to get annoyed. Sure, she was laying down with her eyes closed, but her breathing was so irregular that she couldn't be asleep, yet they still continued to talk about her as if she weren't there.
"Muggle? Are you sure she's not a witch?"
"What did she do to you?" Dumbledore spoke slowly and calmly, yet also with anxiety.
"It was like Occlumency lessons with Snape, but a thousand times worse." Although Anna couldn't see it, Harry rubbed his scar painfully as well as his forehead. Although Anna had caused his scar to hurt, his headache was far worse. "When you first introduced us, I looked into her eyes and was fine. But then it seemed as if she didn't want to let go… as if she wanted to keep looking… as if to find something. And then the memories… With Snape just flashes came up. With her, they last longer. I relived the moments… seeing the veil for the first time again, and when my Aunt Petunia had lied to me about how my parents died. But it seemed like I was reliving them. When I was four and I'd asked my Aunt about how my parents died… I couldn't think of anything but four year old stuff. I couldn't remember who I really was. And then with the veil… Sadness took me finally because of what I already knew, and I was able to reclaim myself. But sir, what is she? What was she doing to me?"
"That I cannot answer. I shall look it up in the library tonight, do not give that a doubt. Go ahead and get to your next class, which I'm sure it's time for."
"Thank-you, Professor."
Dumbledore switched gazes as Harry left.
"Professor… what am I?" I asked questioningly.
"As I just told Harry, I can not answer that."
Suddenly my eyes began to itch and I felt them… I had contacts in from before I'd come here. Dumbledore turned to leave and with his back turned I quickly took them out. I didn't really need them. My vision wasn't too poor without them, so I'd live.
Dumbledore stopped in the doorway and turned to speak to her again.
"Anna-" But what he saw stopped him. He quickly walked over to her and asked her, "What color are your eyes?"
Anna found this odd, but the old man stared so intently into her eyes that she could not began to precive what he thought, and that was when the vision came again, that was not her own.
They were in a large room with a long wood dining table. Next to it sat about two dozen wizards. At the head sat Dumbledore. Anna thought she was Dumbledore, and spoke as him, "As I have said before, Voldemort-" (a shudder went through out the room) "- has one fear. This fear could be his down fall if we use it correctly. Our only choice is to act upon it. Does any one have any ideas?"
A tall man in the corner raised his voice, "Are you sure you know what You-Know-Who is afraid of?"
"Of course I'm not Kingsly. No one can ever be sure of anything. But should we take a risk and not act upon this?"
A murmur went through the room of witches and wizards who all agreed that they should act.
"Then it is settled, we will form a plan, and hope that our guesswork has granted us a possible 'happy ending'.
Suddenly, she was yanked out of the thought, and pulled back to where her body was. She once again was staring into Dumbledore's eyes, only this time, he seemed to be holding an invisible shield in front of them. "Again, I ask you, after you seemed to perform miraculous Legilimency , what color are your eyes?
"Sort of yellow, and orange. You could almost call them gold."
"I believe, Miss. Roch, we have found out 'what you are'.
Runza- A fast food restaurant with the best burgers and fries in the WORLD that is native to Nebraska, a little of Kansas, and a small part of western Iowa. If you know what a Runza is or you actualy know where Nebraska is, please say so in your review. Did you know a lot of people on the coasts don't even know that Nebraska's a state?
A/N- I know I said that its still Harry's 6th year like a year after the 5th book came out, but this is my story, and hence… I can change what I want! Also, this is the LONGEST chapter I have EVER written. This chapter is more of a.. what can you call it.. it's setting the main plot idea for the rest of the story. This chapter holds MANY clues that will be brought up later, so I hope you were paying attention! Updates soon, I promise!
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