The Magic in Silver Orbs
Cynthia walked into the room where her mother was sleeping, it was around seven thirty in the evening. Professor Dumbledore had owled her in the morning, telling her that she must go to St. Mungos to check on her mother who was not doing well. Apparently over the summer there was another battle and McGonagall had been present in the battle. She had been seriously injured by Lucius Malfoy, whom they had already gotten out of Azkaban. So hence she was here in St. Mungos looking at her mother who she hadn't seen in about six or seven years.
She walked over to her mothers side and looked down on her. Her hair was loose and she was sleeping so peacefully. Her breathing was slightly labored, which made her seem so fragile. Her mother had more gray hairs than she remembered her having. She reached down and gently pushed a silky lock of black hair out of her mothers face. She stared at her mother and realized that she had truly missed her over the past couple of years.
At that moment her sharp sense of hearing heard footsteps in the hallway. They where coming closer. She could hear three different sets of footsteps walking toward the door. She turned to look at the door and saw three figures step through. Two of which she knew, one she did not. One of them was Dumbledore, the other was Snape and the last that she did not know seemed to be Snapes age. His hair was brown and his eyes looked golden. His face was young, bu it seemed jaded and weary. She soon noticed that they had all stopped dead and where staring at her.
You don't come across someone with long black hair with red highlights in it everyday. Remus stared at the stranger and wondered who she was. In the air he could smell a strange and yet slightly familiar scent. He did not know what it was, but he knew whom it came from. The stranger in the room had a strange aura too. It was not only reading like a human, but an animal as well. Yet he knew that she was not a werewolf because he knew the scent of a werewolf well enough to recognize. His sences where more sharper since the full moon was merely three days away. He could feel the moon's prescence in the sky. It sharpened his sences considerably.
"I'm so glad you came," Dumbledore said walking over to her. She looked down at her mother and looked at Dumbledore. She gave him a hug as he extended his arms and held onto her.
"Did you doubt I would?" she asked.
"Not for a second," he responded as he held her at arms length. He surveyed her with his eyes. "You have changed so much, you're not the little girl I knew anymore." He said smiling at her. She smiled back at him wearily.
"Yes the little girl died and the woman inside me woke up," she said looking at him in his sparkling blue eyes. He looked into her black eyes. He stared at them intently and searchingly. They flashed silver for a couple of seconds before being replaced with their usual black color. He stared at her in a thoughtful manner. He wondered what it was that had caused her eyes to turn silver. Than he thought back to years ago when Severus had given McGonagall the note from Cynthia. It had said that she had fallen under a dark curse. He wondered what it was that had changed her.
"Well I do hope that the little girl didn't completely leave. I hope there's still parts of her in you," he said as he let her go. She looked into his eyes and couldn't think of anything to say. She wanted to tell him that there where parts of her old self still there, but she wasn't completely sure if that was true. She wasn't completely sure of who she was anymore. She didn't know if there was any mischief left in her. She knew that she was no longer innocent, she knew that she was no longer happy, she knew that she was not so easy to get along with anymore.
It was true, Weretigers did become more aggressive. Over the years many people had caught that side of her. That's why it had been so hard to have friends. And over the years the world she lived in had lost the magic and charms that it use to have. The veil that had made the world so wonderful to her had been removed when she had turned sixteen. She had seen what the world was truly like. She knew at that age that it was a black whole of nothingness dragging in anyone and everyone into the shadowy depts of hell. Damning the world to a pityful existence.
After she turned sixteen she became cold and detached. She wanted to be alone. She had been hurt by people that she had thought of as her friends. She thought she was better off alone than with people. You may be lonley with no on there for you, but at least you won't get hurt when you are alone. She came to learn, after the second time that she got hurt, that it was better to be alone.
The second time she had gotten hurt had been much worse than the first. It was the beginging of her seventh year when she had fallen in love with someone. Halfway through the year he had convinced her to have sexual intercourse with him and since she believed that he loved her and she loved him she gave in. (NEVER DO THIS! YES YOU! DON"T EVER DO SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT READY FOR! IT'S IMMORAL! WAIT TILL YOU GET MARRIED!) The very next day he dumped her. She had been so hurt when she found out that she had given something that she prized so much to someone undeserving of it. In fact he was the reason why she had gone to the club that night. The reason she woke up in a forest somewhere in India with a bite mark on her shoulder the size of a hand on it.
After so much, how could someone be the same? After many important losses how could she ever be the same little girl she had once been? There was not enough optimism or spirit left in her for that. In order for that to happen she would have to block out every little bad things that she had ever lived and saw. And that was not exactly the easiest thing to do. Although if you could forget what you lived through that would be a damn good defence machamism, wouldn't it?
"Cynthia," Dumbledore said. She snapped out of her reverie and focused her eyes on the figure before her. Dumbledore was staring intently at her. "This," he said motioning to the man she did not know, "Is Remus Lupin." The man outstreched his hands staring at her in a contemplative way. She took in a deep breath and cought his scent in the air. She shook his hand firmly. She could tell by his scent that he wasn't completely human. She looked deep into his eyes and she could see golden specks in his eyes. She than grinned as she realized why he did not smell human. He was a lyncanthrope as well. "And this is Severus Snape, you met him when you where eleven," Dumbledore said motioning to the man wearing all black. She turned to look at Snape and shook his hand in a more loose handshake.
"Yes I remember you, you have not changed a bit," she said as she locked eyes with Snape. He looked into her eyes and they suddenly became silver. He stared into her eyes, he was completely transfixed by their color. He had never seen eyes like her's before. He felt as if he was looking into a pensieve, except for this was much more magestic and gleamed like nothing else. They looked like pools of mercury that he could not tear his eyes away from. He was so entranzed by her eyes that he could not think of a thing to say. For once in his life he felt as if her eyes where boaring through his, breaking down the beariers and looking into the windows of his soul. For the first time in his life he knew how other people felt like when he looked at them.
After a while longer the silver in her eyes dissapeared and he was looking into black coal eyes. "You haven't either," he responded finallly. She smirked at him and slowly turned to Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here, Professor?" she asked.
"We came to make sure that no one will come during the night and hurt Minerva. I'm almost sure that Lucius will be sent to finish her. I have reason to believe that he was sent to kill her. He wants her out of the way. Therefore in her weakened state it would be easy for him to sneak in here and do away with her. I want one of them to protect her," Dumbledore responded.
"You should just let me handle this than. That way you do not have to bother yourself," she responded.
"I would rather not leave you alone with a murderer," he responded. She smiled.
"I can take care of myself, you know," she said gently.
"I know that, but I'd rather not leave you alone," he responded. He than turned to the two men in the room. "I cannot stay I have other matters to attend to. Which one of you will stay?"
"I do not think that I should stay tonight, for personal reasons," he said. When she turned to look at him he cast his eyes to the floor and turned pink. Oh yeah he's definately a werewolf, she thought to herself. She than turned to Severus. It seemed like he had no other choice than to stay.
"I guess I will," he said not looking at her, but directly at the professor. He noded.
"Come along than Remus, we shall be going than. If Minerva wakes up please tell her that I visited," Dumbledore said as he walked over to Cynthia. He placed a kiss on her forehead before walking out. He was slowly followed by Remus, who told Cynthia he was pleased to meet her. She wondered if he knew that she was McGonagall's daughter. She then turned her eyes to the only other concious person in the room.
"How have you been all these years?" she asked. He turned his gaze to her and looked into her dark gaze. He wondered what where he motives for asking. Was she just simply curious? Or did she wish to gain something out of it? Than again there was nothing else to do and that would be sufficient enough reason to be asking.
"I've been all right, I guess. You?" he asked looking at her.
"I guess I can say the same thing," she responded. "You know we should probably sit. We will be here a long time and I don't think you would like to be standing the whole night." He noded and conjured up a chair. She merely turned away and walked over to her mothers side. From there she pulled out the wand and she made the chair in the corner of the room float to where she was standing. She than sat down at her mothers bedside. "Is there any chance at all that she will wake anytime soon?" she asked.
"I think not," he responded. He looked across the room where she was sitting.
"You should come sit closer. I do not like talking to people when they are all the way on the other side of the room," she said. He stared at her and wondered if she was demanding or actually asking that he move closer. He, however, did as he was told and moved the seat to the other side of McGonagall. "Please tell me of this battle that my mother participated in."
"Well it happened yesterday. This year all Muggle born students where kept watch of by teachers and other order memebers," he paused wondering if she knew of the Order.
"Continue. My mother explained to me what the Order was when I was a girl and Dumbledore owled me last year asking me to join," she said with a wave of her hand. She seemed to be disregarding his unasked question. He was now looking at her with a questioning look that asked, why didn't you? "I didn't join because my mother would not have liked me to join. On top of that I was not yet ready to face my mother." He noded.
"Well the child your mother was watching over, his house was attacked by Lucius Malfoy and Goyle, both Death Eaters. Minerva was able to bring down Goyle, but as she did Lucius attacked her from behind. Tonks, one of our order members and an auror arrived at the scene and battled with Malfoy. She says she found him standing over your mother when she arrived," he answered. "Soon it became this big battle leaving three injured. One Death Eater and two oder members. Luckily nothing happened to the defenseless muggles."
"Well lucky for both my mother and I that this Tonks arrived, isn't it?" she asked. He merely noded. Cynthia sat back in her chair and looked at her mother. Severus watched her intently and soon saw the Silver color return to her eyes. He wondered how her eyes could possibly do that. He was once again entranzed by her. She was looking over her mother protectively and she seemed to be irked. As if the thought of her mother risking her life bothered her. He found it endearing to see this. This would be as muggle's say a 'kodack-moment'. "Who where the other two injured?" she asked suddenly looking up at him.
He stared into her silver eyes and for a couple of seconds he forgot that she had asked him a question. He did not know why, but her eyes seemed to draw him in. He could not look away. He tried to tear his gaze away from her, but found that he could not. They truly where a magic of their own. "Goyle and Tonks. You see she is somewhta of a cluts," he responded not looking away from her eyes for a second. He wouldn't even dare to blink for fear of missing even a second of her beautiful eyes. "May I ask you something?"
"You just did," she responded with a smile. "Yes you may ask, but I'm not nescesarily going to answer."
"Fair enough," he said. "Why do you're eyes become silver?" She looked at him and blinked. Her eyes returned to the black color. She wondered how to answer his question. Should she beat around the bush, lie or simply tell him the truth.
"I guess for now I'll just tell you it's the effect of an ancient dark curse," she responded. He noded adn thought it a fair enough answer. He hadn't expected her to actually tell him much, since he didn't know her all that well.
"So how old are you now?" he asked. She smiled and raised a brow.
"That's a question you never ask a woman," she said lightly. "I'm twenty- three." He looked at her. She didn't look older than the last time he saw her and the last time he saw her she was seventeen. She was aging extremely well for she still looked like a seventeen year old. Of course the only thing that made her look older was her eyes. They looked old and wise. Like she had lived through much more than it seemed. As if an ancient soul where trapped in the body of a seventeen year old. Her long black hair with red highlights only made him more curious to find out what curse she'd been hit with. Even more he wondered what her black hair would feel like. It looked so silky.
He shook his head. He did not like where his thoughts where wondering off to. He wondered what was happening and why he found himself so interested in her. Maybe it was her eyes. There was something strange about her eyes. What kind of magic does she have in those silver obs of hers? He asked himself hoping that he would someday find the answer.
TBC
Cynthia walked into the room where her mother was sleeping, it was around seven thirty in the evening. Professor Dumbledore had owled her in the morning, telling her that she must go to St. Mungos to check on her mother who was not doing well. Apparently over the summer there was another battle and McGonagall had been present in the battle. She had been seriously injured by Lucius Malfoy, whom they had already gotten out of Azkaban. So hence she was here in St. Mungos looking at her mother who she hadn't seen in about six or seven years.
She walked over to her mothers side and looked down on her. Her hair was loose and she was sleeping so peacefully. Her breathing was slightly labored, which made her seem so fragile. Her mother had more gray hairs than she remembered her having. She reached down and gently pushed a silky lock of black hair out of her mothers face. She stared at her mother and realized that she had truly missed her over the past couple of years.
At that moment her sharp sense of hearing heard footsteps in the hallway. They where coming closer. She could hear three different sets of footsteps walking toward the door. She turned to look at the door and saw three figures step through. Two of which she knew, one she did not. One of them was Dumbledore, the other was Snape and the last that she did not know seemed to be Snapes age. His hair was brown and his eyes looked golden. His face was young, bu it seemed jaded and weary. She soon noticed that they had all stopped dead and where staring at her.
You don't come across someone with long black hair with red highlights in it everyday. Remus stared at the stranger and wondered who she was. In the air he could smell a strange and yet slightly familiar scent. He did not know what it was, but he knew whom it came from. The stranger in the room had a strange aura too. It was not only reading like a human, but an animal as well. Yet he knew that she was not a werewolf because he knew the scent of a werewolf well enough to recognize. His sences where more sharper since the full moon was merely three days away. He could feel the moon's prescence in the sky. It sharpened his sences considerably.
"I'm so glad you came," Dumbledore said walking over to her. She looked down at her mother and looked at Dumbledore. She gave him a hug as he extended his arms and held onto her.
"Did you doubt I would?" she asked.
"Not for a second," he responded as he held her at arms length. He surveyed her with his eyes. "You have changed so much, you're not the little girl I knew anymore." He said smiling at her. She smiled back at him wearily.
"Yes the little girl died and the woman inside me woke up," she said looking at him in his sparkling blue eyes. He looked into her black eyes. He stared at them intently and searchingly. They flashed silver for a couple of seconds before being replaced with their usual black color. He stared at her in a thoughtful manner. He wondered what it was that had caused her eyes to turn silver. Than he thought back to years ago when Severus had given McGonagall the note from Cynthia. It had said that she had fallen under a dark curse. He wondered what it was that had changed her.
"Well I do hope that the little girl didn't completely leave. I hope there's still parts of her in you," he said as he let her go. She looked into his eyes and couldn't think of anything to say. She wanted to tell him that there where parts of her old self still there, but she wasn't completely sure if that was true. She wasn't completely sure of who she was anymore. She didn't know if there was any mischief left in her. She knew that she was no longer innocent, she knew that she was no longer happy, she knew that she was not so easy to get along with anymore.
It was true, Weretigers did become more aggressive. Over the years many people had caught that side of her. That's why it had been so hard to have friends. And over the years the world she lived in had lost the magic and charms that it use to have. The veil that had made the world so wonderful to her had been removed when she had turned sixteen. She had seen what the world was truly like. She knew at that age that it was a black whole of nothingness dragging in anyone and everyone into the shadowy depts of hell. Damning the world to a pityful existence.
After she turned sixteen she became cold and detached. She wanted to be alone. She had been hurt by people that she had thought of as her friends. She thought she was better off alone than with people. You may be lonley with no on there for you, but at least you won't get hurt when you are alone. She came to learn, after the second time that she got hurt, that it was better to be alone.
The second time she had gotten hurt had been much worse than the first. It was the beginging of her seventh year when she had fallen in love with someone. Halfway through the year he had convinced her to have sexual intercourse with him and since she believed that he loved her and she loved him she gave in. (NEVER DO THIS! YES YOU! DON"T EVER DO SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT READY FOR! IT'S IMMORAL! WAIT TILL YOU GET MARRIED!) The very next day he dumped her. She had been so hurt when she found out that she had given something that she prized so much to someone undeserving of it. In fact he was the reason why she had gone to the club that night. The reason she woke up in a forest somewhere in India with a bite mark on her shoulder the size of a hand on it.
After so much, how could someone be the same? After many important losses how could she ever be the same little girl she had once been? There was not enough optimism or spirit left in her for that. In order for that to happen she would have to block out every little bad things that she had ever lived and saw. And that was not exactly the easiest thing to do. Although if you could forget what you lived through that would be a damn good defence machamism, wouldn't it?
"Cynthia," Dumbledore said. She snapped out of her reverie and focused her eyes on the figure before her. Dumbledore was staring intently at her. "This," he said motioning to the man she did not know, "Is Remus Lupin." The man outstreched his hands staring at her in a contemplative way. She took in a deep breath and cought his scent in the air. She shook his hand firmly. She could tell by his scent that he wasn't completely human. She looked deep into his eyes and she could see golden specks in his eyes. She than grinned as she realized why he did not smell human. He was a lyncanthrope as well. "And this is Severus Snape, you met him when you where eleven," Dumbledore said motioning to the man wearing all black. She turned to look at Snape and shook his hand in a more loose handshake.
"Yes I remember you, you have not changed a bit," she said as she locked eyes with Snape. He looked into her eyes and they suddenly became silver. He stared into her eyes, he was completely transfixed by their color. He had never seen eyes like her's before. He felt as if he was looking into a pensieve, except for this was much more magestic and gleamed like nothing else. They looked like pools of mercury that he could not tear his eyes away from. He was so entranzed by her eyes that he could not think of a thing to say. For once in his life he felt as if her eyes where boaring through his, breaking down the beariers and looking into the windows of his soul. For the first time in his life he knew how other people felt like when he looked at them.
After a while longer the silver in her eyes dissapeared and he was looking into black coal eyes. "You haven't either," he responded finallly. She smirked at him and slowly turned to Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here, Professor?" she asked.
"We came to make sure that no one will come during the night and hurt Minerva. I'm almost sure that Lucius will be sent to finish her. I have reason to believe that he was sent to kill her. He wants her out of the way. Therefore in her weakened state it would be easy for him to sneak in here and do away with her. I want one of them to protect her," Dumbledore responded.
"You should just let me handle this than. That way you do not have to bother yourself," she responded.
"I would rather not leave you alone with a murderer," he responded. She smiled.
"I can take care of myself, you know," she said gently.
"I know that, but I'd rather not leave you alone," he responded. He than turned to the two men in the room. "I cannot stay I have other matters to attend to. Which one of you will stay?"
"I do not think that I should stay tonight, for personal reasons," he said. When she turned to look at him he cast his eyes to the floor and turned pink. Oh yeah he's definately a werewolf, she thought to herself. She than turned to Severus. It seemed like he had no other choice than to stay.
"I guess I will," he said not looking at her, but directly at the professor. He noded.
"Come along than Remus, we shall be going than. If Minerva wakes up please tell her that I visited," Dumbledore said as he walked over to Cynthia. He placed a kiss on her forehead before walking out. He was slowly followed by Remus, who told Cynthia he was pleased to meet her. She wondered if he knew that she was McGonagall's daughter. She then turned her eyes to the only other concious person in the room.
"How have you been all these years?" she asked. He turned his gaze to her and looked into her dark gaze. He wondered what where he motives for asking. Was she just simply curious? Or did she wish to gain something out of it? Than again there was nothing else to do and that would be sufficient enough reason to be asking.
"I've been all right, I guess. You?" he asked looking at her.
"I guess I can say the same thing," she responded. "You know we should probably sit. We will be here a long time and I don't think you would like to be standing the whole night." He noded and conjured up a chair. She merely turned away and walked over to her mothers side. From there she pulled out the wand and she made the chair in the corner of the room float to where she was standing. She than sat down at her mothers bedside. "Is there any chance at all that she will wake anytime soon?" she asked.
"I think not," he responded. He looked across the room where she was sitting.
"You should come sit closer. I do not like talking to people when they are all the way on the other side of the room," she said. He stared at her and wondered if she was demanding or actually asking that he move closer. He, however, did as he was told and moved the seat to the other side of McGonagall. "Please tell me of this battle that my mother participated in."
"Well it happened yesterday. This year all Muggle born students where kept watch of by teachers and other order memebers," he paused wondering if she knew of the Order.
"Continue. My mother explained to me what the Order was when I was a girl and Dumbledore owled me last year asking me to join," she said with a wave of her hand. She seemed to be disregarding his unasked question. He was now looking at her with a questioning look that asked, why didn't you? "I didn't join because my mother would not have liked me to join. On top of that I was not yet ready to face my mother." He noded.
"Well the child your mother was watching over, his house was attacked by Lucius Malfoy and Goyle, both Death Eaters. Minerva was able to bring down Goyle, but as she did Lucius attacked her from behind. Tonks, one of our order members and an auror arrived at the scene and battled with Malfoy. She says she found him standing over your mother when she arrived," he answered. "Soon it became this big battle leaving three injured. One Death Eater and two oder members. Luckily nothing happened to the defenseless muggles."
"Well lucky for both my mother and I that this Tonks arrived, isn't it?" she asked. He merely noded. Cynthia sat back in her chair and looked at her mother. Severus watched her intently and soon saw the Silver color return to her eyes. He wondered how her eyes could possibly do that. He was once again entranzed by her. She was looking over her mother protectively and she seemed to be irked. As if the thought of her mother risking her life bothered her. He found it endearing to see this. This would be as muggle's say a 'kodack-moment'. "Who where the other two injured?" she asked suddenly looking up at him.
He stared into her silver eyes and for a couple of seconds he forgot that she had asked him a question. He did not know why, but her eyes seemed to draw him in. He could not look away. He tried to tear his gaze away from her, but found that he could not. They truly where a magic of their own. "Goyle and Tonks. You see she is somewhta of a cluts," he responded not looking away from her eyes for a second. He wouldn't even dare to blink for fear of missing even a second of her beautiful eyes. "May I ask you something?"
"You just did," she responded with a smile. "Yes you may ask, but I'm not nescesarily going to answer."
"Fair enough," he said. "Why do you're eyes become silver?" She looked at him and blinked. Her eyes returned to the black color. She wondered how to answer his question. Should she beat around the bush, lie or simply tell him the truth.
"I guess for now I'll just tell you it's the effect of an ancient dark curse," she responded. He noded adn thought it a fair enough answer. He hadn't expected her to actually tell him much, since he didn't know her all that well.
"So how old are you now?" he asked. She smiled and raised a brow.
"That's a question you never ask a woman," she said lightly. "I'm twenty- three." He looked at her. She didn't look older than the last time he saw her and the last time he saw her she was seventeen. She was aging extremely well for she still looked like a seventeen year old. Of course the only thing that made her look older was her eyes. They looked old and wise. Like she had lived through much more than it seemed. As if an ancient soul where trapped in the body of a seventeen year old. Her long black hair with red highlights only made him more curious to find out what curse she'd been hit with. Even more he wondered what her black hair would feel like. It looked so silky.
He shook his head. He did not like where his thoughts where wondering off to. He wondered what was happening and why he found himself so interested in her. Maybe it was her eyes. There was something strange about her eyes. What kind of magic does she have in those silver obs of hers? He asked himself hoping that he would someday find the answer.
TBC