This is my first fanfic. although I've written other things. Please don't
crucify me for some characters being occ at times even if all characters
are multidimensional in all cases.
Please review and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Same old, same old, I own nothing and am doing it for my own enjoyment and hopefully yours.
Chapter 1
My name is Mercy, short for Mercedes, and I've recently transferred from Durmstrang. My secret revealed, my former Headmaster suggested I transfer to Hogwarts. For my own safety I must complete my training as I've delayed it long enough.
I seem the appropriate age of course, about seventeen by appearances, but I'm quite a bit older. Still know as Fresh Blood by standards of my kind.
I wear an amulet of sorts; it's really an enchanted stone, moonstone ironically. It enables me to move through this world as a normal witch, otherwise the souls around me would sense the oddities about me.
The occultus charm helps conceal the extra power radiating from me. I keep to myself for the most part, for loyal friends are rare. I've trusted some, but only to realize disappointment in their reaction. Once revealed the occultus charm broken, then they start to feel what I've hidden. Some are afraid, others greedy, convinced I could give this to just anyone.
Just a few are allowed over our substantial lifetime for companionship. I've never done it actually. No one has ever sparked enough interest to even consider it.
I come from a long line of magic. Pure, powerful blood seeps through my veins.
I guess that's why Michael chose me; I'm an experiment I guess.
I started my training at home, before Michael, during the reign of Voldemort, specializing in potions as my mother ran the local apothecary.
Just after my seventeenth birthday I was taken. Thirteen years went by, after Michael abducted me. Thirteen years of bloodshed. Three years after that, I finally got away, I roamed the world for two more years. Traveling through the Muggle world, too afraid to go home, afraid I had no one to turn to who would accept me the way I am.
When I finally returned home to my parents open arms, loving me no matter what atrocities I had committed.
My father taught me the non cruentus venenum, translated from Latin, means no blood thirst potion. It would suppress the physical need for blood. But no matter the bloodlust was always there lurking in the recesses of my mind.
It's scary, really, being apart of two worlds without really belonging to either.
Belonging, that basic human need, that's what got me here. Allowing myself to be manipulated and seduced by Michael.
I never, even before felt as though I belonged, anywhere.
Michael was to that world what Voldemort is to this one.
If I could do it all over again? I really don't know. I do like the extra power. I can't help it, I do. But the bloodshed? I honestly regret.
My parents insisted I return to school, and it was safe to place me in Durmstrang, with the fall of Voldemort, I still needed to learn how to protect myself and control my magic.
So now after an accident at Durmstrang, I'm here at Hogwarts being sorted. I feel exposed and uncomfortably open here on this platform waiting to be introduced then sorted.
I could tell by the other students they were waiting, so ready to judge everything I am by what house I was sorted into. What I am is what I am, no matter what any ratty hat says. I choose who I am, no one else does, no matter what the consequences, but choose I always do.
I choose everyday to not take off my enchanted ring and burn in the sun.
I choose once a week to brew a fresh batch of non cruentus venenum, I choose to take it daily so no blood is on my, er....hands.
The Headmaster here has saved me and therefore has my lifetime allegiance. He of course knows what I am but in order to keep suspicion down, none of the other teachers know.
Professor McGonagall stood, "We have a transfer student from Durmstrang, she will be in our seventh year class, her name is Mercedes Xavier."
I stood and nodded at McGonagall and my eyes scanned the crowd of eager students. As I walked toward the stool I heard with my acute hearing "I bet Slytherin." I looked at the one who said it. Emerald eyes and unruly black hair. I looked into his eyes entering his mind only slightly, name, Harry Potter, Gryffindor, orphaned. Friends with Ronald Weasley, girlfriend Hermione Granger.
I quickly pulled back out of his mind before he realized of my intrusion. I sat on the stool and McGonagall lowered the hat to my head and a second later the hat bellowed, "Slytherin."
Mild clapping erupted from what I assumed was the Slytherin table. The other tables were noticeably less enthusiastic. Whispers of varying degrees issued, "Figures" and "There's a surprise". I walked undaunted toward my new table.
As I approached a tall blonde man stood, for he was no boy. His blue eyes like the clear sea locked with my own. I resisted the urge to peek into his mind but his eyes were boring in to mine.
His features could only be described as classic Roman. Noble, angles face and jaw line, his mouth full but not to full. His shoulders were broad and he held himself with arrogance. He was beautiful.
He smiled slyly holding out his hand, he was obviously the leader here,
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Same old, same old, I own nothing and am doing it for my own enjoyment and hopefully yours.
Chapter 1
My name is Mercy, short for Mercedes, and I've recently transferred from Durmstrang. My secret revealed, my former Headmaster suggested I transfer to Hogwarts. For my own safety I must complete my training as I've delayed it long enough.
I seem the appropriate age of course, about seventeen by appearances, but I'm quite a bit older. Still know as Fresh Blood by standards of my kind.
I wear an amulet of sorts; it's really an enchanted stone, moonstone ironically. It enables me to move through this world as a normal witch, otherwise the souls around me would sense the oddities about me.
The occultus charm helps conceal the extra power radiating from me. I keep to myself for the most part, for loyal friends are rare. I've trusted some, but only to realize disappointment in their reaction. Once revealed the occultus charm broken, then they start to feel what I've hidden. Some are afraid, others greedy, convinced I could give this to just anyone.
Just a few are allowed over our substantial lifetime for companionship. I've never done it actually. No one has ever sparked enough interest to even consider it.
I come from a long line of magic. Pure, powerful blood seeps through my veins.
I guess that's why Michael chose me; I'm an experiment I guess.
I started my training at home, before Michael, during the reign of Voldemort, specializing in potions as my mother ran the local apothecary.
Just after my seventeenth birthday I was taken. Thirteen years went by, after Michael abducted me. Thirteen years of bloodshed. Three years after that, I finally got away, I roamed the world for two more years. Traveling through the Muggle world, too afraid to go home, afraid I had no one to turn to who would accept me the way I am.
When I finally returned home to my parents open arms, loving me no matter what atrocities I had committed.
My father taught me the non cruentus venenum, translated from Latin, means no blood thirst potion. It would suppress the physical need for blood. But no matter the bloodlust was always there lurking in the recesses of my mind.
It's scary, really, being apart of two worlds without really belonging to either.
Belonging, that basic human need, that's what got me here. Allowing myself to be manipulated and seduced by Michael.
I never, even before felt as though I belonged, anywhere.
Michael was to that world what Voldemort is to this one.
If I could do it all over again? I really don't know. I do like the extra power. I can't help it, I do. But the bloodshed? I honestly regret.
My parents insisted I return to school, and it was safe to place me in Durmstrang, with the fall of Voldemort, I still needed to learn how to protect myself and control my magic.
So now after an accident at Durmstrang, I'm here at Hogwarts being sorted. I feel exposed and uncomfortably open here on this platform waiting to be introduced then sorted.
I could tell by the other students they were waiting, so ready to judge everything I am by what house I was sorted into. What I am is what I am, no matter what any ratty hat says. I choose who I am, no one else does, no matter what the consequences, but choose I always do.
I choose everyday to not take off my enchanted ring and burn in the sun.
I choose once a week to brew a fresh batch of non cruentus venenum, I choose to take it daily so no blood is on my, er....hands.
The Headmaster here has saved me and therefore has my lifetime allegiance. He of course knows what I am but in order to keep suspicion down, none of the other teachers know.
Professor McGonagall stood, "We have a transfer student from Durmstrang, she will be in our seventh year class, her name is Mercedes Xavier."
I stood and nodded at McGonagall and my eyes scanned the crowd of eager students. As I walked toward the stool I heard with my acute hearing "I bet Slytherin." I looked at the one who said it. Emerald eyes and unruly black hair. I looked into his eyes entering his mind only slightly, name, Harry Potter, Gryffindor, orphaned. Friends with Ronald Weasley, girlfriend Hermione Granger.
I quickly pulled back out of his mind before he realized of my intrusion. I sat on the stool and McGonagall lowered the hat to my head and a second later the hat bellowed, "Slytherin."
Mild clapping erupted from what I assumed was the Slytherin table. The other tables were noticeably less enthusiastic. Whispers of varying degrees issued, "Figures" and "There's a surprise". I walked undaunted toward my new table.
As I approached a tall blonde man stood, for he was no boy. His blue eyes like the clear sea locked with my own. I resisted the urge to peek into his mind but his eyes were boring in to mine.
His features could only be described as classic Roman. Noble, angles face and jaw line, his mouth full but not to full. His shoulders were broad and he held himself with arrogance. He was beautiful.
He smiled slyly holding out his hand, he was obviously the leader here,
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."