The Eyes of My Father
by Meganelf AKA Magic Ice
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to JK Rowling, ecxept the King family. And the idea of the eyes was not mine origionally, but I did ask permission to use it from a very nice writer on Quizilla, but, sadly, she deleted all of her stories so I have no way of finding her again.
This story will be told in the point of view of me telling the story to you through my eyes as the main character. Krisha King's eyes can change color with her mood-making it nearly impossible to hide her true feelings.
Silver - neutral, Light blue - fear, Green -excited, Blue - happy, Black - sorrow, Purple - love, Red - anger
I was once again in the dark hallway with doors on every side: each one more dark and mysterious as the next. I keep running down the endless hall, voices sounding from behind me, cursing and yelling at me to stop and face them. After running up a nearby staircase, I end up on the roof of a building. THUMP! The door behind me that I had just come through was knocked down, three men in dark hoods and masks sneering at me through the falling water. Franticly looking in every direction, I seemed to realize that there was no way to go. The wind picked up, flinging my tangled black hair in every direction. there is only one way to end this…it's now or never turning around to face the three men, I went into a full sprint, charging right through them and past the stairs, flinging myself off the edge of the building and falling into the abyss below.
"Hey Krisha! Are you okay?"
Opening my eyes, I realized that I was lying in the dirt floor of my room. I had enchanted it to be the inside of a dense forest, having my only source for light the sun that shone through the lush green canopy whenever it felt like it.
"Hey, Krish, You were having another nightmare. Was it the same one?"
Gasping for air, I looked at my sister's eyes, the blue in her eyes full of pity and worry. I nodded my head, my wavy black hair falling over my shoulders as I sat up. I gazed up onto the platform that held my bed about ten feet above my head and let out a small chuckle. "The one bad thing about this room: If you fall out of bed, it hurts," I commented. My sister smiled at me while shaking her head in sarcastic disapproval.
"I told you that you shouldn't enchant your room to be a forest. Especially when you put your bed on a platform IN the trees. Of course it would hurt! Oh, no." I looked into her eyes, the dark blue flecks in her icy-blue eyes turning into black. "It looks like you broke your wand." The blue of my eyes turned to ice blue in horror as I stood up and looked at where I had fallen. There was my wand, broken into seven different pieces. I had gotten that wand as a hand-me-down from my father; one of the only things that I had left of his-the only thing other than the silver locket that he had given to me as a birthday present when I was only seven. I picked up the pieces carefully and placed them into my cedar box that was made by my father only days before he was taken. It contained all of my most prized possessions; including my acceptance letter from the wizarding school Durmstrang.
At the end of my fourth year at Durmstrang, the headmaster Kakaroff had left, leaving the Charms teacher, a very kind wizard named Professor Esso, who also happened to be my voice teacher, in the highest position. The last year had been the greatest for me; I had received Outstanding in all of my O.W.L.S. (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) except for Ancient Runes and in Herbology (both Amazing's). I had even received first place in the talent show because of my phenomenal singing abilities that were discovered by the Professor. I also kept in the box the tear-logged letter of the closing of that same school. I had read it so many times that I had it memorized.
Dear former students of Durmstrang,
I am regretful to say that Durmstrang is closing due to a very large fire that somehow got through our anti-natural disaster spell. The school has been burned down and after many months of failing to rebuild it, we have mailed letters to other wizarding schools to let them know that you and many other members are going to transfer.
I am also very sorry to say that three students and the headmaster were shot with a magical bullet that causes eternal bleeding on the last day of school. Only one of the four has survived, Ms Krisha King, a fifth year student at the time and one of the top students of Durmstrang. No one knows how she survived, but she is left with a strange scar in the middle of her back. The other students were Ms. Antonia Milord, a seventh year, and Mr. Antien King, a fifth year and Krisha's twin brother. The Headmaster was the well-known Professor Esso, known for his phenomenal musical talents as well as his amazing wizarding capabilities. May they all rest in peace. I wish you all a very fond farewell.
Your teacher,
Professor Jones
Head of Defence Against The Dark Arts Department
Deputy Headmistress of Durmstrang
Even thinking of the letter made my eyes well up with tears. Antonia, also known as Toni, and Antien were my best friends. Why did I have to be the one that survived? They deserve to be alive more than I do. A silent tear dropped down my cheek and my sister came up behind me and pulled me into a tight embrace. "It'll be okay Krisha, somehow. I know you miss them. I miss them too. There is nothing that we can do about that now. Antien wouldn't want us crying over him, would he?"
I looked up to my sister's face and saw that it was also streaked with tears, but she had a small smile. "Thanks Serenity. That means a lot to me. Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving." The two of us found their way to the kitchen of our gigantic, enormous house and found my mom making strawberry pancakes with her wisps of flaming red hair falling into her face.
"Good morning dearies! I hope you all slept well." She said, not taking her eyes off of the griddle that she was making the pancakes on.
I began to open my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Serenity. "Krisha had that dream again. She fell out of her bed and somehow landed on her wand."
"I'm really sorry Mum! I didn't mean it, honest!" I interjected before my mom could say anything.
Still not taking her eyes off of the stove, my mother replied, "Its okay dear. You can go get a new one today when you go to Diagon Alley today for your school supplies. Oh, and you need to take Josie with you as well. She's starting her first year at Hogwarts. She got her letter last night after dinner."
Right on cue, my little sister came running down the stairs, her wavy black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She jumped into the chair next to me, the sparkles in her (also changing) blue and (the natural) brown eyes dancing to compliment the smile that spread across her face. She was wearing a purple tee-shirt and light flared jeans.
My little sister, Josephine Isebelle King, AKA Josie, was 11 years old. Behind the eyes of my happy sister was hidden nine years of pain.
I became overcome by thought.
((Flashback))
My seven year-old self ran through the halls of my house, being chased by the ten year-old Serenity. We ran into the entryway where my parents were standing, my father holding Josie, only two. Mother had just gotten back from the Ministry, where she worked as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries.
My father handed Josie to my mother, who's red hair was tied up in a messy bun and wearing her light blue work robes. I ran over to my dad. "Save me!" I giggled, serenity close behind. He laughed and picked me up.
As he and my mother talked about what the new Minister of Magic was going to do about the muggle problem, I took in every detail of my father. He was half Nitive American, so he had copper skin, although it was much lighter than my grandfather's. His long black hair was braided down his back, and his changing eyes sparkled with laughter. My twin brother and I had inherited his exact eyes, while Josie and Serenity only have part of their eyes change as apposed to the entire iris. My father had broad shoulders and was very strong, but also very gentle and careful in everything that he did. He spurted out in another fit of laughter and I leaned into his shoulder, not wanting to be anywhere but there.
The doorbell rang, and my father quickly went to get it, still holding me in his arms. My mother and Josie followed behind, wondering who would come to the house at this time of night.
The moment my father opened the door, his eyes, along with mine, turned to an Icy blue. Serenity and Josie both screamed, and my father and mother ran back through the house, my father carrying me and my mother carrying Josie and holding Serenity's hand.
We ran through the house, the warmth in the air being sucked away. My father ushered us into a dark room, telling us to be quiet. Father set me in the corner and Serenity sat next to me, my mother putting Josie on my lap. The three of us huddled as close as we could to eachother as Mother and Father ran back out, telling us to stay where we were. They were back within minutes, carrying my twin brother Antien. He was set down next to us, still carrying a couple of legos, some muggle blocks that he had found in London.
My father closed the door, and Mother pulled out her wand, pointing it at the doornob where my fathers was already resting.
There seemed to be no more warmth in the air. I could see my breath.
The handle to the door slowly turned, and a slimy, rotting hand emerged through the crack, followed by a great black-caped figure that had no face at all.
The creature was followed by six others. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" My father bellowed. A silver eagle emerged out of the end of his wand, driving the creatures one by one out of the room. More and more came and he fought them all off bravely. No matter how many he took down, more would just come through the door.
A wizard, wearing similar garb to the creatures walked in, the creatures retreating behind him. His eyes shone from behind a white mask, and the creatures hovered behind him, as if waiting. Mother stood protectivly in front of us, her wand pointed at the wizards heart.
"Imperio" he hissed. Mother lowered her wand and moved to the side of the man, pocketing her wand. She nelt in front of him and he said, "Crucio". She fell to the floor, twitching and screaming. The man raised his wand again and muttered, "silencio" and my mothers screams became noisless. The room was engulfed by silence, but the wizard broke it.
"Calanon. Calanon. I thought you would have gone down by now." He moved his wand from where it rested and pointed it at my fater's heart. "I mean, your weakness is so easy to find." My father scowled at the man. The stranger move his wand once again, but this time, to me and my siblings. "Crucio," he said, and a blast of putrid yellow came hurling towards me and my siblings. My father yelled and everything seemed to slide into slow motion. Father jumped in front of us just before the curse hit and he also fel to the floor limply, twitching and screaming.
"The dementors can have you," The man announced to the torcered form of my father. One of the dementors glided over to
my father and hovered above him, lifting him up to mere inches away from where it's mouth would be. An odd sucking sound filled the room and a small silver bubble came out of his mouth and he stopped screaming. The twitching ceaced, but all visible signs of life left him, other than his breathing.
The dementor ate the small bubble. My father was left an empty shell, limply cast onto the floor.
All of us were scared out of our minds. I grabbed onto Antien's hand anda gust of wind broke through the solitary window in the room. Serenity grabbed onto Josie, as did I, and Antien took Serenity's free hand.
A link was formed between to children of the Kings.
The wizard began to walk through the room, stepping over the torchered form of my mother and the lifeless shell of my father.
A storm echoed outside, the rain and hoil covering the once green ground around the house. The wind blew through the broken window and blew the dementors out of the doorway and back through the house. Lightning struch a nearby tree and it became engulfed in flames. The ground shok under the legs of the Kings.
The man senced no threat coming from the four younglings, so he simply grabbed Antien's shoulder to turn him around. The moment his fingers touched Antien's skin, me and my siblings all snapped our eyes to the man's eyes and he fell limply to the ground.
He was dead.
Everything became blurry, then went completely black.
((End flashback))
I was snapped back to reality by my mother setting a stack of pancakes in front of me. I heartily ate up, as did each of my sisters who had their own towering piles of pancakes. My mother looked at us for the first time that morning and beamed. "Eat up! You will need all of your strength today at Diagon Alley!"
After eating five pancakes I turned to Serenity and Josie and asked "So are you guys ready?"
Serenity nodded, but Josie answered.
"Yes, but I suggest that you two," She looked at Serenity and I, "should both change out of your pajamas first," She was indicating my blue flannel pants and shirt and Serenity's purple striped pants and hoodie. We all burst out laughing, Serenity falling oh so gracefully (NOT!) off of her chair and landing on the floor, her light blond hair falling onto her still laughing face. At the sight of our fallen sister, Josie laughed even harder and I too slipped off of my chair onto the hardwood flooring.
I glanced in the mirror after changing. Not a bad choice, if I do say so myself. I had adorned a pair of dark hip-hugger jeans, a light blue tight tee that accented my wavy black hair and my fathers silver note locket that I had never taken off since I had received it. Grabbing a dark blue cloak from the cloak hanger, I wrapped it around myself and walked over to the gigantic fireplace where Serenity and Josephine were waiting for me, Serenity also wearing hip-hugger jeans, but had on a dark green tee and a forest green cloak. Josephine was wearing a black cloak. "Time to go," I whispered to my sisters, while grabbing the purple velvet money pouch from the small coffee table next to the fireplace and lacing it onto my belt.
I grabbed the small pot off of the hearth and took out a handful of powder. Carefully handing the pot to Serenity, I stepped into the fireplace. Turning around to face Josephine, I smiled reassuringly and dropped the powder onto the stone interior of the fireplace, yelling, "DIAGON ALLEY!" The rustic décor or the living room disappeared as I become engulfed by green flames and started spinning and falling simultaneously, barely being able to pull my elbows in before they would have hit the rugged walls. After only a few seconds, I felt myself hit solid ground, landing on my back by the force of the journey. After getting to my feet, I began to take in my surroundings; I was in a wand shop that had the word SREDNAVILLO painted on the window in peeling black letters, but, being inside it was backwards. It really said OLLIVANDERS, and I laughed at myself for not noticing before. I was about to take another step into the shop, but was knocked down by Serenity coming through the fireplace, who also landing on her back. We looked at each other and laughed at both of our clumsiness. We helped each other off of the ground and brushed off before I even realized that there was an old man watching the two of us, slightly chuckling. I opened my mouth to speak, but Josie came hurtling out of the fireplace, and I was knocked down to my feet again.
The three of us stood up and brushed ourselves off, and I remembered the man hidden behind the shelves. I relocated him and said, "Excuse me sir, my name is-"
"I know what your names are, my dear Ms. Kings. I thought you both already had wands." He interrupted, looking pointedly at Serenity and I, his raspy voice startling me. "What brings you here?"
"Well, you see Sir, my wand broke this morning. It was over thirty years old, so I believe it is beyond repair, and I would prefer not taking it to school anyway," I explained. "It was my father's."
"I see. Who was your father?" He asked, although I could tell that he already knew, "I can match the wand and see if it chooses you again."
"My father is - was - Calanon King." I broke the old mans gaze and became suddenly interested in a small spot on the floorboards. I could feel a slight tingle in the space right behind my eyes, meaning that they had changed colors, this time from blue to black.
The old man ginned at me, "You do look a lot like your father, the same hair, face, even the same eyes." He said that last part with more emphasis, causing me too look up at him and smile. "Well then, let's find you a new wand." He went out of our sight and came back within minutes. "Here is one; it contains seven phoenix tears from the Headmaster of Hogwarts' phoenix, Fawkes. Made of willow and is 10 1/4 inches. Advanced in charms." He handed me the small, dusty box that contained the wand, and I took it out of the box and looked it over. The handle looked as if it were covered in small vines and leaves and it seemed that my long hair started flying out in all directions as I grasped the fine wood between my fingers. I whispered to it "Expecto Patronum" and a silvery cloud emerged from the tip: forming into an eagle and flying about the room before landing on my shoulder.
"I believe that we have found a match," the old man said, grinning, "And for you," he turned to Josie, "you... hmmm." He dissapeered back behind the shelves, emerging seconds later with a dusty box. He opened it, presenting the wand to my sister. It was covered in vines, but also had what looked to be a flame engulfing the hilt of it. "Ivy, Dragon heartstring, 8 1/4 inches." Josephine took the wand, and looked expectantly at the man, but then her changing half of her eyes began to glow white, and everything near her began to levitate off of the ground, including Serenity and I. Our feet left the floor for a second, but then the glowing stopped and we both fell with a thud to the ground, along with everything else.
Josephine turned to us, an ecxided grin on her face and her green/brown eyes sparkeld, "Coo'."
"That will be 7 galleons." I took the money out of the velvet pouch and gave it to the man. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you laides," He said before disappearing back into the rows of shelves. I looked back at Serenity, down at Josie, and smiled, the eagle patronous dissolving away. "Let's go now."
"Okay. I need to find a book about mythical beings. I lost my last one," She explained to me.
"I need to get all my school books and suplies." Josie put in.
"Then off the Flourish and Blotts!" I exclaimed before grabbing Serenity's and Josie's hands and frolicking out of the door and into the busy streets of Diagon Alley.