Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry potter! geez! except the upcoming characters! hehehe...you mite not know who i'm talking about...but you will......oh yes, soon enough...you will! evil laughter :cough: :gag: now! on with the story!
Ch. 1 The Dream
In the quiet of the night, all were sleeping inside the Ministry of Magic....well, all but two people and some guards dozing on the job. Somewhere in the shadows, through the thick sound proof walls, were to masculine voices discussing seriously that only they would know...or so it seemed. Unbeknownst to them, another person was lurking behind a shadowed pillar, hanging on their every word, trying to identify who they were.
" Are you sure this creature is capable of such things?"
" I am positive, my lord. There is no mistaking it."
" Very well. If I find it not useful, it will be your life and that creature's".
One of the men gulped inaudibly but the other knew he was nervous.
" Y-yes. Of course! But I am sure it will do well on-"
" Silence!" commanded the deep voice. This was obviously a powerful man. He sounded like he was planning something, but what? What could he be planning? Whatever it is, it sounds evil, thought the guard.
" We do not want anyone...to spread the word, if you may," the powerful, hooded man said.
" My lord! I would never-!", the other man started.
" I know you wouldn't, you know the consequences. But....the Mudblood may not."
" Mudblood? But there is no one but us-."
Oh no! He knows I'm here! What am I going to do?! He'll kill me for sure! But I can't die yet! I have to watch over her! I know! I'll disguise myself! Yes!
" Come out now! I may spare you!" the hooded man called.
There was a faint flash of blue light coming from behind one of the pillars.
Voldemort caught it and sent a Stunning Spell straight at it. But he missed and his companion was shocked to say the least and wildly looked around, as if looking for the culprit. Voldemort stood still as he listened for any hushed footsteps as he gripped his wand.
The unknown culprit snuck away behind another pillar closer to the door, as to not draw any attention toward themselves. Then took out a firecracker with the label ' Weasleys' Wizarding Whizbangs' written in yellow and threw it in the opposite direction. It exploded as soon as it hit the floor. There was a aloud 'pop' and then an assortment of colors exploded in enery direction, clouding the dome room in colored smoke. The culprit then ran to the opposite door and went through it.
Voldemort was not to be fooled though. He knew it was only a distraction and as soon as he heard and saw the explosion, he whipped around and looked wildly around the room until a slamming of a door was heard. He looked at the door, opposite of the one that he had come. He headed in that direction and his accomplice followed him through the door. No sooner had he stepped through it, he was electrified as was his accomplice. They both screamed out in pain, Voldemort more in anger. He should've known that there were traps in a place like this. It was the Ministry after all and he was going to steal a weapon from this place. This ' weapon' he was going to take was very powerful, from what he'd heard. The Ministry wouldn't have been so stupid as to leave it unguarded after he had fought that damn Harry Potter. They wouldn't have let it go unguarded after all they had done, experimenting and adding onto what the 'weapon' already had. He had everything planned, and so far, it had started out perfect. He inwardly grinned with satisfaction.
The 'culprit' had run into the 'Weapon' Room and then disillusioned themselves to reveal a woman. She had fiery red hair and bright green eyes. She pulled her wand out and stepped in front of the circular tube tank that held what looked to be clear green water, or possibly potion. As the Holy powered shield that protected the 'weapon' zapped the two men, one of whom she believed to be Voldemort, she turned around momentarily to look at the 'weapon' in the tank. There was a figure in the middle of the tank, a body in the figure of a cross. Long black hair floated around gently around a masked face. From what she had been told about this creature, this 'weapon' was a female and had been found close to death, in an ancient shrine about 500 years ago. This mysterious woman was said to have sacred powers and had been a mysterious, but helping, person. She had been the most powerful priestess's reincarnation, a miko(priestess), or so ancient scrolls had said people of Feudal Japan believed.
The woman-guard remembered how the Unspeakables would come in every day and experiment on the poor girl's body, how they would test potions on her and feed her brain with their knowledge, and tested on her with only the Unspeakables knew what. The Unspeakables were trying to make the perfect weapon, even before the Dark Lord had come, then they worked on her non-stop....until it was prophesized, that one boy would be born, the only one who could defeat Voldemort. Then, they stopped coming as much as they used to, they left her with different guards every 15 years, never thinking that anyone would know about this girl they used as a guinea pig, this girl that had never aged during her deep slumber, this girl that had never awakened, and probably never would. She was as good as dead to them. Now, as the newest guard stood there thinking of how lonely it must be for her. This girl whose face she had never laid eyes on, was all alone in her own mind, with only the knowledge and her memories of her old life. Countless times the guard wondered what had happened to the miko, how she had come near dead, but no one knew but the victim herself. The determined guard put her hand against the glass, the touch cooling and comforting, she whispered a silent message to the girl in the glass tank. i will help you. I will watch over you. I will not let them take you. I promise.
The guard then turned to face the Dark Lord and his helper, her wand ready. Hopefully someone had heard the noise! But then her heart fell as she remembered the walls were sound proof. Damn! she cursed. No one would hear all the ruckus they were making! The young woman thought wildly for something to help alert the Aurors and the Minister or anyone! Then something in her mind clicked. She once again turned to look at the girl in the tank and her hand touched the glass again, upon the girl's face and spoke. " Please, help me save you. I need to borrow your power very quickly, to alert the others of danger!"
As soon as she said danger, the tank began to glow an eerie bright light and the guard felt warmth at her fingertips and it soon corrupted her. The light spread all throughout the Ministry and those on guard woke from their light sleep. In fact, everyone who lived or had stayed the night in the Ministry awoke, even the nighttime critters that usually prowled the night, all feeling the danger and heading out to where the voice in their head told them, wands at the ready.
( except the critters o course! duh)
The light subsided in the 'Weapon Room', leaving the two zapped men face down on the marble floor. The young female guard opened her eyes and whispered a 'thank you' and turned around before the hooded man got up. When he did, he pointed his wand at her, she did the same. Now, standing, were two people, about to engage in a battle, both knowing their time was running out. The man's red eyes glared out at her as he spoke, " I will kill you now Mudblood! You interrupted my mission, and for that you will pay with your life!"
Inwardly she shivered, for she really was frightened. Here, the infamous Dark Lord was threatening her life because of one girl. Damn, he is sooo pissed at me! she thought. I hope mum takes care of George, feeds him, takes care of him if I don't make it home alive! Funny, in what she thought her 'last moments', she was thinking of her overly large cat. Then anger coursed through her, as well as determination. She was not going to die! She was going to live through this, she was going to live and fulfill her job, her oath to protect this girl.
This time she spoke with cool determination and a straight forward voice.
" I will not! I will live and you will be the one to pay with your life!"
He burst out laughing, liking her rebellious manner. The idea of him losing his life was ludicrous.
" I would happily leave if you would move out of my way and let me retrieve what i came here for." he replied. " Or should I kill you and get what I came here for anyway?"
" You will not kill me, nor will you be taking Serenity! She stays here! And you will die!" she retorted, letting slip the name she had given the young girl because of the way she had a tranquil, peaceful aura, yet loneliness emanating from her tank as well.
" Serenity, is it? Hm, well, you give me no choice but to kill you, Mudblood! All who defy me, Lord Voldemort, die painful deaths. You will be just like all the others, dead." He pointed his dark wand at her, like he had at all the others.
Her eyes widened as her heart beat painfully in her chest and head. He started his incantation, but she didn't hear any of it, her eyes glued to his wand. When she saw the light start protruding from the tip of it, she couldn't breathe. But before it could pinpoint at her, he moved it to the left, over her shoulder.
Voldemort saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp as his spell hit the glass tank behind her, shattering it. He didn't have time to give her the slow, painful death she deserved for he knew the Aurors were nearing them as they spoke.
The young woman was in shock, she had failed Serenity! She had failed the Ministry! She gasped when she heard the crack of someone disapparating, realizing that it was Voldemort. She whipped around to see Voldemort lifting the poor defenseless girl from the ground gently. She rushed forward, about to tackle him but he disapparated again, back to his companion on the ground, he held him up by the scruff of the neck. NO!
" NO!" she heard herself shout.
Just then, the Holy powered door was blasted open as dozens of Aurors and Unspeakables, and the Minister of Magic himself came pouring in. They all stood shocked, horror evident on their faces as they surveyed the scene before them. The Dark Lord himself was standing there, holding a girl in his arms and a man, shattered glass as well as potion scattered on the floor. They looked to the woman who was supposed to be guarding the 'weapon', she was standing there, wand out, and looking horrified.
Silence...
Everything exploded, much like a balloon. Spells and hexes were sent flying at Voldemort but he merely dodged them and Apparated everywhere, not Apparating to his hideout yet, no, he was too keen on delivering a message.
" As much as I enjoy this, I can't keep this poor girl waiting. We have somewhere to be, places to destroy, and people to kill. But before we go," he said, everyone had stopped their spells, already giving up and accepting the fact that they wouldn't and most likely couldn't catch or kill Voldemort, " I want you to be aware Minister, that this girl is the very one to help me. She is exactly what I need. Remember this girl, for you shall be seeing her soon enough, along my side, when we destroy, when we kill, when we take our revenge on everyone in this damned world, starting with you!" He laughed as the Aurors began attacking again. He pulled out a small vial filled with green potion and threw it at the Aurors. It exploded into a purple gas, making everyone in the room cough except for him.
Everyone present in that room heard his triumphiant laughter ring in their ears. The female guard took one look at the girl in Voldemort's arms, her long black hair, wet from the tank in which she was held, cascaded under her, her arms dangling from her limp form. Her guard remembered the promise she had made, and was intent on keeping it. She watched as Voldemort Disapparated in a crack, along with the miko and the man.
I promised I would protect you! I promised! I will find you! No matter what it takes! she thought in her mind.
Unknown to her, countries away, someone was thinking the same thing....
Serenity
