Title: The Darkness Within

Author: SelenaK16

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Rating: R, for bad words, bloody, graphic fight scenes and some sexuality

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: The Dark Lord is growing ever stronger, and the time has come for a hero. A warrior will arise, one who is the antithesis to that which is evil. But will she be able to fulfill her destiny, or will she let her heart get in the way? (Warning: OC)

Author's notes: This is my very first fan fic! I hope everyone likes it (or at least some of you). I have tried very hard to stay away from Mary Sue elements in my OC. Also, currently I am searching for a Beta reader for this story. If you are interested, please e-mail me. Enjoy!

The Darkness Within

Chapter Two: Tell Me A Fable

My Happy Ending

So much for my happy ending

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

It's nice to know you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

How do they tales always end? And they lived happily ever after....wouldn't that be nice. But what if fate is against you? If your very purpose in life is to destroy, to tear apart. What happens to your dreams then? Lies, deceit, betrayal...they all are part of your core, they keep you alive. What fable ending can you have then?

The story of my life was not a happy one. Sure, I grew up in the suburban house, went to school, all those normal things. My mother may have been a little protective, but whose mom isn't? Especially when your father died when you were only 6 years old, making you the only heir to his estate. Growing up a Pureblood should have been full of parties and mingling with others. Instead, my mom shipped me off to a Muggle boarding school in France. Something about her needing 'personal time'. Whatever the hell that means.

Boarding school. Yeah, not that bad. Made some friends, got involved in some clubs. Finally, something seemed to be going right in my life. Then, when I turned 11, she had to bring me home to start my 'proper schooling'. Right. So there I was, trapped in a house in Muggle London learning transfiguration, potions, charms, and Arithmancy from my mother. Not that I complained about learning anything, because she was a good teacher. But I always wondered why she wanted me home all of a sudden. Never found out the reason.

Anyways, so there I was, living with my mom alone for 4 years. Everyday I had 8 hours of lessons, and always had to get them right or risk punishment. Mother could really come up with some good incentives to getting my work done. But then one morning I wake up to find my mom lying on the kitchen floor next to an empty bottle of Advil. Right. My biggest concern then was whether to call the Muggle police, or to send an owl to St. Mungos. I decided on the police. I lived in Muggle London after all.

So, there was a short autopsy followed by an even shorter funeral. There was no note, seemed she had no endearing words for me. Very typical of my mother. Seeing as I had no other relatives, the police decided to pack me off to an orphanage.

It was at that orphanage that I was first met Albus Dumbledore. He decided to stop by one day and inform me that I would no longer be staying at the orphanage, but would be moving to the school where he was headmaster of. School? I asked. Another thing my mother never told me about. Even though it was already the middle of the new term, Dumbledore decided I could start anyways. Great man, Dumbledore.


"What do you mean there are schools for witchcraft?" Ava asked, feeling slightly dismayed. "Mother always told me that only she could teach me what I needed to know." Professor Dumbledore sighed and took another sip from his teacup. "Your mother wrote to me long ago and asked to be allowed to teach you herself. A sort of home schooling if you will. But now that she has passed away, it is my desire for you to come and continue your education at Hogwarts."

"But why did she want to teach me herself? And why not tell me there were other schools out there?" Ava had always longed for contact with others her own age. But mother had always kept her away, telling her that her talents would only scare the other children. Well, she thought, that's putting it nicely. She actually just told me that I would be considered a freak by the others.

She said none of this to Dumbledore though, and looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

Dumbledore took another sip and studied her carefully. "Your mother believed that it would be best to keep you away from other's who could influence you. She was very concerned about your safety. Perhaps too much so"

"Yes, I suppose that's why she decided to kill herself. Because she was concerned for my safety?" Ava spat out bitterly. She had never felt much love for her mother, but now she felt even less.

Dumbledore regarded her over the top of his glasses. "It is my wish for you to come to Hogwarts. Regardless of what has happened, I believe it will be the best thing for you at present. You will be given a test to determine your placement, and of course, you will be sorted into a house."

Ava thought for a moment. 'I suppose I might as well go with him. After all, where else to I have to go?' She looked up and said, "When do I leave?"


But that was 2 weeks ago. Now she stood outside the entrance to the great hall; her heart in her throat. Dumbledore had told her that although the term had already started, she was going to be sorted into her house during the evening meal.

Ava patted her hair nervously, hoping to look her best. She was a slim girl, with dark blue eyes and long curly black hair. 'Mother always said not to take care of my looks...they aren't what's important in life....but then again, she's not here anymore is she?'

'Why should I listen to what she said?' Ava felt a surge of anger. 'I should have been standing at this doorstep 4 years ago, with the rest of the children my own age. Instead I'm reduced to having to wait, and then be the center of attention to everyone in the school.'

At the sound of footsteps, Ava looked up. A tall boy with silver hair was approaching her. 'Cute, she thought, but a little too arrogant looking for me.' Behind him were 3 other boys and two girls. One of the girls was strikingly pretty, with long blonde hair and an oval shaped face. The other had long black hair and hooded eyes. Two of the boys were rather large built, and had vacant expressions on their faces. The third boy was about 6 feet behind the group, but she could see that he also was tall, but he had long, shoulder length black hair.

As the group passed, the silver haired boy's eyes lingered on Ava, staring. Not one to be intimidated, she stared right back. The group approached the entrance to the great hall and without a word, opened the door and walked in. The blonde girl narrowed her eyes at Ava suspiciously, and looking at the silver haired boy, hurried to catch up with him.

The last boy seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he followed the others. 'He's not bad looking either. Although the silver haired boy seemed more my type. If I have a type that is,' Ava thought as he too entered the great hall.

Just as Ava was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to be called into the hall, a stern looking witch opened the door and said to her, "We are ready for you now." Taking a deep sigh, she stepped into the hall.