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Of Betrayal and Heka
Chapter 1:
I don't recall much before I was brought to this place, this damnable castle. What little I do remember comes in flashes and feelings.
I was eight when it happened, that I remember, I guess. I have a warm feeling when I think of that night. That's until the coldness creeps in.
The coldness came with a name, Osiris Apollyion Shay.
I woke up to screams, terrified, like any eight year old would have been. I didn't know it but I crawled behind a dresser in fright as I heard each scream cut short. A light was cast through the room as some one had opened the door. Slowly I craned my neck to see what monster had come into my home. I saw the out line of a man in my doorway. That's where that flash ends.
I awoke in a huge gloomy room. There was a servant girl folding clothes and putting them in an antique buearo. She saw me awaken and told me that my father wanted to speak with me.
She then led me through the many hallways to the library, where a man with spiky black hair was sitting. The man also known as Osiris was tall, around 6'2, slightly tan, a good build, he was overall a very good looking man, except for his eyes. They were such a pale blue it seemed as if he only had pupils.
The servant girl left and he motioned for me to sit down next to him. I did, and then he began to speak.
"Isis, your parents had a terrible accident and now I'm going to be your father, I'll take care of you forever." He said it in such a sarcastically calm way and I being the naïve eight year old I was could only reply,
"How do you know my name, no one calls me that, they call me Lucy."
"In this house you will be addressed by your proper name, Isis Lucify rosier." He stated.
At this point I think he had drugged me because I don't remember Rosier being my last name, but I agreed with him. Thus began my stay at Shay Manor.
That day began my lessons, lessons in what you might ask, well my answer………… everything. Reading, writing, arithmetic, then came the only thing to make me happy for a while, I learned magic. I learned there was a whole world called the wizarding world to witch I belonged and the muggle world to witch I did not belong. I read every book I could get my hands on. I practiced magic every day with "Father" watching my improvements and punishing me when I failed to do something correctly. Amazing that it never phased me that I wasn't using a wand.
By the time I reached age twelve "father" said I could beat most fifth years, of course I had no idea what that was at the time. I guessed I was doing well because he gave me praise and encouraged me to delve deeper into the dark arts. At around age 15 I had mastered most everything he had brought before me, dark, light, dueling, occulemency, legilemency, parsletounge( that one was weird, although I enjoy walking through the gardens speaking with the snakes.). I was especially good in potions.
I had just started anagmagi when "father" began to teach me politics of the world and all I would need to know about wizarding families that had and were living. Then came the physical defense, covertcy, and self-control. On one particularly good day when I had mastered elf control, he informed me that I would be going to a boarding school. I would be going to Hogwarts on September 1st.