Amnesty Trilogy:: Part I: Amnesty for the Soulless Prologue & Chapter One, a harry potter fanfic

Amnesty for the Soulless

By Robin Christina (Chrissy)

Harry Potter Publishing Rights Copyrighted to J.K. Rowling. Published by Scholastic Press.

I do happen to own a few original characters and the plot.

Prologue
"From the Depths of the Book, I Write"

It was once said that the world would fall at the whim of an Angel, the power of a demon, or the greed of a human being. If that is true what am I, who am I? I was told as a little girl that I was suppose to be kept away from the world away from everything I could create and become, but that, that was then, It had been so long ago, though the words still hung fresh in my mind, their stinging reminder still imprinted in me. I've been locked here for who knows how long in this room, cold and chilling stones making up the floor and the five walls of books, all of which I've read save one, the one I vowed to read the day I finally found myself.
He locked me here when I was but four, though he visited me through the time I was sixteen, but I still remember, I wasn't a normal child and I doubt I am now, though I know I've been down here for much longer than any person to be a child, I still felt like I was a child, like I can not get past something inside. The words that told me I was nothing, never good enough, never up to par, it drove me mad, till I drove myself into my insanity then soothed it with books, they were the world, a world I couldn't reach.
The man, he said he'd leave me here till I could remember who I was, what had I done though that I should remember, nothing I can think of, but I suspected the holes that adorn my childhood memory had something to deal with it or maybe it was something else. He also said he'd come back someday, but when and why?
There I was left in silence that was until I found a crack in the floor some many lifetimes later and air…fresh chilling air coming up through it, it was laden with smells of water and grass, things I only vaguely remember, my pain only began though after I fell through and out of my prison-

Chapter One: Deep Within

Streaks of sun came from the parted trees, each ray of golden sunlight caressed the land in it's gentle touch as dark blue began to tug at the other end of the sky. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was walking outside around the lake, his mind was on Sirius Black for the moment, though as much as he wanted to forget about him he was still there on his mind that look of surprise etched on his face when he fell through the veil, it was time that didn't seem so long ago. He had gone through the whole summer in his hell like home with the Dursley's like he always did though he was rather used to it, but that summer had been his worst. He was in a state of hate for everyone even his friends; Hermione and Ron who had sent him letters during the course of stay at his Aunt and Uncles house, they were careful what they said as if they were afraid to hurt him and then in contrast the Dursley's acted as if nothing at all had happened. Harry swore that once he was seventeen he was never going back there to live. This thought also led to the thought of when he was seventeen he would be attending his last year here, that would be next year. What would become of him and his friends?
Hermione had gone off to study and Ron; who knew where he went off to these days a girlfriend no doubt or maybe he was actually doing homework too, he shook his head at the absurd thought. The world around Harry had fallen in and enclosed around him last year much like the light and shadows were around him now. He hardly smiled now, his once vivid emerald eyes had lost their sparkle. The eyes in question swept the lake then slowly they came to the shore and his heart jumped as he saw a mass of cloth and sort sprawled on the beach a good ten meters ahead of him. Breaking into a sprint out of habit, he stooped down to find that this mass was indeed a person, a girl. She was soaked and unconscious at that, random scrapes and bruises adorn her lucid skin, but she didn't seem too harmed aside from the nasty cut on the side of her head.

Taking her up into his arms, Harry glanced around to see no one there that could help him carry her, she looked about seventeen or sixteen, her hair was cluttered with bits of weeds and sticks, but she was breathing and Harry was thankful for that, mouth to mouth wasn't something he wanted to do even on such a beautiful creature such as this. Her skin was pale, paler than he'd ever seen a humans skin, it seemed transparent exposing the blue veins under it. Her face was cold with water and mud. She wore a dress and it was an old style, with a bodice and Chemise. With out so much as a second thought he rushed towards the castle, the girl clutched in his arms, she needed to be taken to the medical wing, magical or not.

A throbbing pain was pulsing through out her body and cold was wracking her skin as slowly she opened her eyes unto a brightly lit room of white. The smell of herbs tickled her nose and made her want to sneeze. With a painful moan she sat up looking about the room to find a woman scurrying over towards her.
"Lie down dear, you need some rest." without protest she found her way back down to the pillows and shut her eyes then reopened them a few times to get rid of the painful stinging from the lights and the blaring head throb.
Hearing a door open she turned her head towards the sound to see a man with a long snowy beard and half moon glasses perched on his nose, his robes were dark and flourishing around his frail form. A smile but half look of worry and curiosity covered his face as he came to her bed and sat down in the chair beside it.
"Where Am I?" she choked out realizing she hadn't spoken in years.
"You're in The Hospital wing at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry." Spoke the man with calming tones and she took a deep breath and swallowed digesting what he said.
"But young lady may I ask, Who are you?" She bit her lip thinking...she couldn't remember her name - in fact she couldn't remember being named, except maybe that name he had called her once, it started with an A, least she thought.
"I don't know." She answered flatly looking at him.
"It's worst than I thought." muttered the woman who was getting a glass of water for her across the room.
"Cindove.." The old man spoke softly as if questioning the name, standing his eyes fixed on the blazing fire orange of her's as she looked up from her bed. The woman stopped and nearly dropped her glass, as she seemed to know what he was talking about. Once again she sat up and the world spun a moment before she gained her sight again.
"You don't think she is. No she can't be, Albus, it's just a myth-Albus..." the woman seemed like she couldn't breathe as she looked at the girl who sat in the bed looking very confused. She was a shadow of someone as widely known as Merlin himself, why hadn't she noticed earlier.

"You look better after the few days you spent in the Hospital Wing." Spoke the old wizard she had learned to be Albus Dumbledore the headmaster of the School.

"Yes I feel much better, Madame Pomfrey took well in caring for me." She said, with much more confidence in her voice though hearing her own voice or anyone else's was still something new to her. She stood tall her hair brushed out though still curled in ringlets framing her face and from her own request cut short to the chin. For the first time in many years she ate something it was odd having anything in her stomach. Madame Pomfrey couldn't figure out how she had lived so long with out it. Though with these findings, both the head master and Madame Pomfrey wouldn't speak of the assumption they had reached her first time meeting them. She asked many times who she was, but she always got a frightened look from both of them. Maybe… she mused what they won't tell me is why I was locked up in that cursed room. After a few days she gave up on asking and decided she'd find out for herself her own way later, she was sure she could find some kind of book that could help or someone.

The man behind the desk took off his spectacles and cleaned them with a red satin cloth then placed them back on and looked up at the girl before him. She looked about sixteen; he wondered how much she knew about magic. She had no name, no real age, no memory of life that she giving up, and no where to go, so she would stay here for the time being.

"Well since you'll be staying here you need a name… let's see Abigail? No. Angelina? No. Asryel? Hmmm yes Asryel sounds good?" The girl stood there a moment her eyes far away thinking on something and twiddling her thumbs behind her back. Then she gave a nod before answering,

"It sounds wonderful… and familiar." She spoke the last part somewhat as a statement under her breath and the headmaster showed no signs that he heard it.

"Good you'll start tutoring tomorrow to find out where you are, but come here first thing in the morning." He got up and took down an old worn hat with stitched on patches and somewhere in her memory she recognized it.

"You must be sorted." He placed the hat on her head and Asryel heard a voice echo in her ear.

"Hmmm You're scared, but brave and true. Your heart still beats with doubt but you're cunning, You're still naive to what you are, but you are intelligent beyond your years. You're lacking trust for humanity, but you're kind and caring to everyone, you would do well in all the houses, but I best put you in…" there was silence a moment then the Hat spoke again this time out loud.

"Gryffindor." Dumbledore lifted the hat off her head and placed it back up on the shelf.

"Um Dumbledore?" She spoke softly looking down at her shoes.

"Yes Asryel?" he replied over his shoulder.

"I heard you talk about someone had brought me into the castle…who were they."

"Me" Said a slight rough voice thick with a British accent, calm and kind, she turned to see a boy who was a good few inches taller than her. He had lucid green eyes and untidy black hair, a mark adorn his forehead, it was jagged like that of a lightening bolt. She'd heard his voice before, but she couldn't place it, that was till a few moments passed after the Headmaster greeted him as Harry. The voices she had heard outside the walls of her prison below the castle, he had been there, he was one of them. Keeping this to herself she looked up at the two who were talking, Dumbledore had a grave look on his face as if speaking of something sorrowful.

After a brief introduction between the two teens Dumbledore had ushered them out of his office; with one last glance over her shoulder Asryel looked at the Headmaster as he walked over to the fireplace nestled into a corner ablaze with light. He stood there looking into the licking flames and for the first time since she had met him he looked hopeless and sad.

Harry found himself walking besides this girl who talked to him like a human being like his friends Hermione and Ron had, but since his godfather had fallen through the veil they acted like he was fragile; maybe they were right, but with Asryel he seemed more himself. Of course, it seemed she didn't know about his other title, the Boy who lived, maybe if she knew, she would think differently of him.

Dumbledore hadn't told him much about this mysterious girl that he had found by the lake just about a week before. She was quite stunning, her long legs were slightly pale but they were shapely and then her hips that swayed as she walked and her shapely figure all the way up to her face. Her face had no flaws save one freckle that was underneath her left eye, her hair had been cut short to her chin but it still hung in lose ringlets. Her eyes, that might be what Harry found himself watching the most, they were a brilliant gold like the sun, like if you looked straight into them long you would go blind with the want for her. Harry couldn't help but be attractive to her, he was a guy after all.

They had long gotten themselves into a discussion about Quidditch and the plays and set ups that should be used. It was interesting that she knew all the old ways of playing, which was a rare thing among most people these days; old ways forgotten into the very pages of history books this kind of made him wonder.

"I tell you Harry, that the better setup is that of a beater protecting half the chasers and the keeper the other one assigned to guarding the other half of chasers and the seeker."

"I still think your wrong." Harry spoke with his own attack with words, the two had stopped at the bottom of a stair case to argue their points back and forth for a few moments and finally Harry turned to go up the steps and his foot caught on hers tripping them both. After a moment of rustling about Harry found himself atop of her, she had a smile on her face and he was drawn into those sun-like eyes of hers, they were the windows to her soul and she wasn't hiding anything either, she seems too innocent.

"Are you okay?" she said softly looking up at him.

"Yea…" his voice trailed off as he bent down close to her faces their lips closer now he could feel her heart jump at least five paces faster.

"Ahem, I hate to break this up you too but you'll be late for class." Harry nearly jumped up off Asryel and came up to met the soft brown eyes of Hermione. Biting his lip he held his hand out to help Asryel up and looked at Hermione again, though not in the eye.

"Oh hey 'Mione, this is Asryel she's new here and I um have to watch over her for a few days to make sure she is doing well."

"I'm sure you're on top of that." She spoke wryly pushing past the two Harry stared after her a look of guilt in his eyes.

The chamber was filled with flickering shadows that edged along where light could not crawl upon the crevasses of the wall and floor. Flaming bowls full of oil burned as the tapestries hung down depicting battles and embroidered with the crests of Lions, Snakes, Ravens, and Badgers.
"Lady Ravenclaw, if you just tell me where it is, I will free you." He spoke calmly pacing around a woman; her golden hair tied back in an elegant bun high upon her head. Sweat soaked strands hung in her fair face as she braced herself against the railing gasping for air.
"No." she rasped through her throat in between desperate attempts to breathe.
"Fine have it your way." No expression was in his voice nor on his face, he just nodded towards the young child who was sitting on the other side of the room. The child looked no more than five, her gold red hair in silky curls and she looked at the man like pleading to be let alone.
"Asp-Asryelynn!" he roared correcting the name and pointed at the women who still gasped for air. The child's eyes became glassy as she raised a small hand and shut her eyes. A bright green flash echoed in the room as if it had sound and...

Waking with a jolt her heart throbbing in painful pulses against her chest a ringing forever in her ears. Harry, who looked worried for her sake, was shaking her awake.
They had been in the Library trying to find where she was in magic and somehow she had fallen asleep and started dreaming that horrible dream.
"Asryel? You okay; You were screaming and you look like you've seen a ghost." A detesting hiss came from a wall and peeves poked his head out glaring at the comment about ghosts.
"I-I I'm fine really I am, just had a nightmare was all." Slowly she let the fear drift away and she found that her fingers were clenched around her robes, her knuckles white. Releasing it she found that her nails had dug into her skin, the hems of the robes were wet with blood where her hands were clutched. She looked up at Harry a look of worry on her face as she stood up and ran towards the Gryffindor Common Room where Harry had shown her the way.

"It's just a nightmare." she muttered, but what name was he going to say? Asp-what?

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