It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of out own can have departed forever- that that brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard. These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences.
-Victor Frankenstein
Frankenstein: Or, the Modern Prometheus
By Mary Wollstonecroft Shelley
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Brightness of a Beloved Eye
Prologue
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"Mudblood."
"Rat-faced ferret."
"Filthy, disgusting know-it-all."
"Foul, loathsome, pureblooded insect! If you don't get out of my sight, I will remove you from it permanently."
"Oh yeah? And how would you attempt to accomplish that, you stupid hot-blooded Gryffindor? You gonna kill me?" he smirked at me.
That damn smirk was what set me off.
I remembered once, in a book I'd read for leisure, that one could have another's memory modified to any way they wished, if they were powerful enough.
And right now, my anger intensified my level of magic almost one hundred fold. Anything would've been easy to do right now.
I whipped out my wand and pointed it straight between his eyes. He seemed to look frightened, but I'm sure that was just a trick my mind was playing on me. The Slytherin King being afraid of a little old mudblood, me? Hardly.
I concentrated hard on erasing any knowledge of me that he had and spoke the charm casually.
"Obliviate."
He was blown back by some unforeseen wind and fell into his goon's hands.
"Goodbye Draco, you'll never remember me again."
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General Disclaimer: This disclaimer reaches out to all of the following chapters. I do not own Harry Potter and the characters. Unfortunately. But, I imagine that they are very happy with their current owner, J.K. Rowling. I'm sure she takes very good care of them and will do them no harm, in reality and on paper.
Authoress's Notes:
Now that the disclaimer is up, on to my notes. The beginning quote is from Frankenstein: Or, the Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley. I read it and couldn't help but feel that a good story could come from it. And thus is my result.
I have everything planned out, so the story should be done come New Year's, a little before or after. I plan to have about 14 chapters, one or two more or less, plus prologue and epilogue. I plan to upload new chapters every 2 or 3 days, providing I finish the chapters on my scheduled time and with the exception of this prologue and chapter one.
About the story: the storyline is very fast paced, so there are a lot of events that seem to be missing, or large gaps in time. Hopefully, I mention these minor details, since I'm such a perfectionist, I most likely will. Any other notes will be posted before the chapters. If you read them, you will not get confused. And this fic is semi-dark, pretty serious most of the time. I'd like to say it was a tragedy, but I don't think it is.
Ah yes, about the title. I've written nearly 10 chapters already, and I still don't know what to name it. So, if you have a title you think might fit, put it in a review. Or, you can email me. My email addy is on my bio page, so just go and check it out. Anyway, I'll be happy to take any and all suggestions. Now, take heed that I might not like the suggestions, but I'm ever grateful for any you come up with. It'll help me out greatly! Thanks in advance!
Well, I've seemed to picked the title already. Well… ignore that little bit up there…
Thanks for reading. And, as always, remember to review!
Kristina Chang