Curse Of Time

I am praying that my faithful readers-

*What faithful readers?*

Shut up, Ginny, my faithful readers will like this story,

*Story? This is crap. I mean, I'm not even cool! Why? First Rowling, now you! Will no one give me the coolness I deserve?!*

I believe I told you to shut up. Sorry, she belongs in St Mungos.

*They don't want me. They say I disturb the patients. Nobody loves me anymore!!*

Nobody loved you in the first place, now shut up!

*No.*

Please?

*No.*

I'll give you a lollipop.

*Ok.*

As I was saying, I hope my faithful readers like this story, as I have done a lot of research to find the correct names, goddesses and all that. Now, if you like the story, please review, if you hate it, flames are welcome. Please, I'll love you forever!

Summary

Cursed by the High Goddess of the Celts, and the Queen of the Faeries, Aine has no one to turn to. Until she hears about Hogwarts. She decides to travel there, become a student, and see if Professor Dumbledore can help her.

Chapter 1

~260 BC~

The slender girl threw herself before Brigid.

"I'm sorry, Goddess, I 'onestly am!" She cried. The stern Goddess of Fertility, Women, War and Wisdom looked down upon her.

"Sorry won't get you out of trouble this time, Aine." She said. "You may be the Faerie Queen's favourite, being named for her and all, but even she must admit that you have no right meddling in the lives of mortals."

"I was just tryin' te 'elp! Niamh's love was na bein' faithful to 'er, sure as the night follows the day! I just wanted te 'elp 'er!"

"I don't care, Aine. You have been warned many a time. We shall not put up with your disobedience any longer."

"Well, ma'am, let me die then, please. My family 'ave all gone, I 'ave no one left." The dark-haired, silver-eyed maid pleaded. A ghost of a smile appeared on Brigid's face.

"Thank you, my dear, for you have chosen your punishment." She raised her scepter high in the air. "I hereby decree, as the High Goddess of the Celts, that for every mortal life Aine has meddled in, from the start of her existence onwards, she shall live ten thousand years penance. Her punishment shall be adjusted over time as Lady Aine and I, myself see fit."

"No! Oh no! Please 'ave mercy!" Aine wept, but the Goddess and her council vanished before her very eyes. "I am cursed by the faeries, what a 'orrid existence."

~Present Time~

The girl looked at the book one more time, just to be sure.

"Let me see; 'Ogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is currently under the control of Albus Dumbledore, the best 'Eadmaster 'Ogwarts has seen since the time of the Founders. Pah. Those founders weren't so great. They couldn't even find a loop'ole in this stupid curse. Per'aps, just per'aps this Dumbledore fellow can. Well, I've spent more than enough time 'ere. This Egyptian sun is ruinin' my complexion. Time I went te Scotland then." She closed the book with a sharp snap, and went to pack.