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SummaryShe was brought to England by the Order to protect Harry but she has her own mess of problems and her biggest one: running from her old life. Previously the Doom of Innocence. AU
Torn from Memory-Thank you for calling it brillance...it really means a lot when people reivew. Here's mmore 'brillance' as you said. : p
Countess Vladisaus Dragu-Love your name by the way. ; P Thank you for your review. I'm not sure if I agree that my story 'kicks ass' because I always hate my stories but please tell me what you think of these new chapters. I love hearing the readers opinions.
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Prologue
Mysterious Stranger
Oregon (Supposedly), United States
Paladins Training Ground: Battle of the Paladins
Her thick black boots kicked up a cloud of dirt as she doubled the bluish-green shield around her, bracing it against the Black curses being tossed at her by a man she hated with all her being, even more so than her foe from training. "Is that the best you've got, Hoods?" She gave him a malicious grin, dodging the Killing Curse. "I've battled seventeen-year-olds who have made more of a dent in my magical shield!" she taunted, her anger growing as she fired off a hex that was borderline Black Magic.
The man across from her was engaged. She was draining his magical core and they both knew it. The bright red light of a stun spell flew towards her. For a moment she stood perfectly still but at the last second she stepped to the side, the spell hitting a 'colleague' of his. She smirked at him and tossed a powerful ball of her strongest controlled element: wind. He flew backwards and slammed into a nearby tree. She stalked towards him looking murderous, her long dark brown hair falling in her face as he struggled to his feet.
She advanced farther, a demon-like look in her eyes. "You are going to pay for his death,"
"Whose death?" he jeered at her. "Oh that worthless boyfriend and partner of yours, what was his name?"
She spoke through clenched teeth, tear springing to her eyes. "Richard Peterson and you have no right to speak of him to my face!"
"He was easy to kill, you know?" the man said shifted to his knees, drawing in haltering breaths. Blood was trickling from a gash on his head and his chest was shuttering, as if she had cracked a few ribs. "All I had to do is tell him that you'd be free the moment he surrendered to me and he accepted. Pathetic really,"
"Shut up," she said fighting the tears determined to come down her face.
"He was so gullible," the man used the tree to help him stand. "'As long as she doesn't get hurt.'" He mimicked a voice.
She felt her power surge. She was about to throw an advanced Stun blast at the man but a shout from the other side of the field, the one she had left, reached her ears. She looked over sharply, hearing the Trixters cry out a familiar name. She recognized the girl she had left to battle alone immediately (her fiery red hair was hard to miss.) Saria Huntress, the curly redhead, was surrounded by three Black wizards and a witch. Her attention snapped back to Hoods. He hadn't even tried to sneak away, at the moment he was coughing out blood and fumbling for his wand.
"This ends now!" she shouted, tears were burning in her dark brown eyes as she built up the element of fire (her second strongest controlled element) in her palm before thrusting it at him.
The vibrant blue blazing ball was on a direct course to its intended target when at the last moment, Justin Hoods, dogged out of the way, fear alight for once in his eyes. She cursed herself at the fact she missed. The tree he had been in front of was engulfed in angry flames and was about to fall on a group of unsuspecting battlers. She muttered the first spell she could think of and threw the tree into the lake where it would injure no one.
She looked towards her target and found him racing away, back towards the thick of the battle where she had left the Trixters and Huntress. "I am going to make you pay, you bastard!" she shouted racing after him. She skidded to a stop in front of him as he pointed his wand at Saria. "NO!" she threw her hand towards Saria and a silver-green shield formed around the red haired girl just as the Black spell Hoods had fired, The Six Day Death, enveloped her.
Saria let out a scream and crumpled slowly to the ground, her hazel green eyes wide open. Hoods smirked back at her. "Your turn, bitch." He shouted aiming his wand.
"THIS IS FOR RICHARD!" came her thunderous reply, as a brilliant green light with a vivid yellow circling it shot towards the man.
The man didn't even have time to react before the ball hit him. Hoods let out an unearthly scream, light shining from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears showed the torture the yellow light was inflicting on him as he collapsed to the ground on his knees. He gagged as his body glowed green and then went rigid, falling over dead.
She lowered her arm and let out the breath she had been holding since the spell hit him. The brown-eyed girl looked at the dead man in shock before her eyes found the red head's body. She let out a gasp and then dropped to her knees by Saria. "Damn it, Saria…" she hissed as the hazel eyes remained open and unblinking.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, PETERS!" a voice shouted from behind her and within seconds Hector Darian, Saria's best friend, was shoving her away from the red-head's body. "Saria! Saria, come on,"
She fell back, bracing herself on her arms, staring in horror at the girl before them. She glanced at a movement behind Hector and screamed: "LOOK OUT!" the brunette jumped to her feet and fired off a disarming spell before knocking the Black wizard out. She looked at the red head's unblinking eyes. "Is, is she?" The girl couldn't bring herself to continue.
"What did you do, you bitch?" Hector demanded before screaming for a medic.
The brown-eyed girl looked around, her power building the more she felt trapped, alone and scared. The battle was coming to a close, a bloody battle it had been. A groan snapped her from her thoughts. "Saria?" she whispered, praying above all things that the redhead at her feet was still alive. Something that, a year ago, would have made her laugh her head off, the idea about her caring about Saria Huntress insane.
An unearthly scream emitted from the girl's mouth before Saria twisted over and proceeded to hurl on the blood stained grass. "It hurts," she whispered before slipping unconscious once more.
Hector got to his feet and lifted Saria up in his arms, not even bother to use magic. The redhead let out a groan of pain and clutch onto his shirt. His golden-brown eyes landed on the dead body of Justin Hoods and snapped back to the brunette who was silently bottling her pain. "Was it worth it, Peters? Was it worth leaving her in the middle of a battle just to kill him? Was it worth it?" Saria let out another murmur of pain. "If she dies, you are screwed." He said in a deadly whisper before he stalked away towards the medical tent already being set up.
The brunette sank down onto her knees. "No…" she whispered. "It wasn't worth it. It didn't even take the pain away." A single tear trickled down her cheek as she just sat there defeated, the pain and anguish growing until someone touched her shoulder, saying her name softly. There was a loud crack and a burst of emerald green light as the person flew back and landed painfully on him arm. She looked up and watched her foe but fellow Paladin, Jack Hunter, nursing his now broken arm, staring at her in shock. It took her a moment to realize she had been the one to send him flying back.
Her eyes snapped from Hunter to the First Aid tent, she had several abrasions that probably should be looked at by an expert but as she spotted Hector walking out of it, anger on his face. She turned around and did the first thing that came to her head. She ran. She didn't get far because she refused to leave things in her room but as soon as she was packed she vanished without anyone's knowledge of where she was going.
Little Whinning, England
A faint wind blew, tickling across the deserted street, collecting dirt and stray garbage along the way, making them move freely as if they had a will of their own. Early morning mists danced about in the small breeze and, though it was well past midnight, a girl, in her mid-teens by the look of it, stood on the corner of Privet Drive, the breeze causing the stray strands of her dark brown hair to tickle her face and blow about in the wind.
She was standing inert on the corner, with no explanation how she had appeared there or why she was there, she simply was. She tucked the bothersome strands of hair behind her ears with a black-gloved hand before reaching into the pocket of her black jeans and pulled out a small container that looked very much like a lighter, something she had borrowed from a 'friend' for that night. She flicked it open with her thumb and pressed the button, aiming it at the nearest street lamp. The light came whizzing out and disappeared into the silver 'lighter', leaving the lamp dark, and her face all the more in the shadows of the night. The girl then proceeded in putting out all the other lights, leaving her in the darkness of the night. She dropped the 'lighter' back into her pocket before she walked down the middle of the empty street.
Though the moon was no full and there was no longer light on the street her appearance was not all that odd or out of the ordinary. Her hair was long, nearly waist-length and pulled into a French braid that hung over her shoulder with the loose strands that fell in to her freckled face, refusing to stay put in the braid. A long, ankle-length black trench-coat covered her, showing on the black boots she wore, that were crunching nearly soundlessly on the asphalt that was strew on the street, and the frayed edges of her black jeans that flared-out around her ankles. Around her neck hung a single piece of jewelry; a black ribbon with a ring on it but the design of the ring could not be seen. On her hand she wore a similar ring with a few exceptions that you could not see unless she allowed it.
She slowed to a stop in front of one house in particular. This house seemed no different from the others on the outside, the same white picket fence, the same structural design but there was one difference about this house that anyone could see if they looked. A window in front of the house was wide open. The window lead into the smallest bedroom of house number 4 on Privet Drive, she knew that.
She drew in a slow breath when she spotted him, a teenage boy with wild black hair, sharp pain-ridden green-eyes (the color of emeralds) that were half hidden beneath round black glasses, and a scar shaped like a lightning blot of his eye but partially hidden by his unruly hair. He was sitting on the windowsill in cloth that were obviously too big for his overly thin body, staring at the night sky with a blank gaze, one riddled with pain. Tears were glistening in his eyes and sparkled on his cheeks as if someone left trails of glitter there. She let out the breath slowly and silently, knowing whom he was thinking about, who he was crying over.
She didn't need to worry about him seeing her; she had several Notice Me Not charms on her and a strong Disillusionment Spell. She watched as several tears spilled down his cheeks without him even bothering to wipe them away. A low 'hoo' caught the boy's attention as a snowy white owl flew towards him. The owl landed on the boy's extended arm and nipped his finger affectionately. The girl could see the pain in his emerald orbs as he stroke the owl, lost in himself. The owl nipped at a tear rolling down his cheeks causing him to finally look at her. The owl 'hooed' at him again as more tears spilled down the boy's face. She watched his shoulder's heave, obviously fighting back sobs.
He turned around and ducked inside his room, disappearing from her view for moment. She tilted her head to the side, studying the now empty window. She knew the kind of pain he was going through, she knew it all too well. He came back to close the window and stopped when it was halfway shut. She spotted the anger over coming his anguish and he hit the windowsill before slamming the window closed the rest of the way. It was not hard enough to make a loud sound but she watched him lean against the glass, and slide down, obviously over come with his pain. Still staring at the window she heard paw-steps on the sidewalk behind her.
She knew who it was without even looking. "Professor Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts School of Wizardry, original member of the Order of the Phoenix, loyal friend to Albus Dumbledore, transfiguration state: feline." She said calmly as magic pressed in the air as the cat transformed.
"Quite a bit of information to remember." McGonagall's cold voice rang out softly but firmly, carrying authority.
"Would you like me to go on?' the girl asked turning to the woman. "What are you doing here?" she asked when McGonagall didn't answer as the girl dropped the Disillusionment spell and a few of the Notice Me Not charms.
The cross-looking old woman sidestepped the question glancing towards the house. "I assume you know who you were hired to protect."
"And I assume you remember that I work alone." She shifted a cold glare to McGonagall, a tall severe witch that had on her square-framed glasses over her stern eyes. Her hair, of course, was pulled back into her normal light bun with streaks of gray in it. She wore darker robes than the normal emerald green and tartan clothes and robes she would normally wear. "If I need help I'll contact Dumbledore."
She didn't answer, her lips pressed thin in a frown. "He's very dear to us." She said more to herself than the girl.
The girl sighed and rolled her eyes annoyed slightly. "And you don't like the fact that Dumbledore asked me to watch Harry Potter personally rather than anyone in the Order of the Phoenix." She let out a breath of air meant to be a laugh and shook her head with a half grin. "You are needed elsewhere along with everyone else." McGonagall frowned. "Anyway, you are too well-known and can't get close enough to watch him carefully and the Dursleys won't trust you because it's too obvious what you are."
"The same thing you are." She retorted, still clearly unhappy.
The girl smiled, leaning against the post and stared at the window again. "True but on my defense," She shifted her gaze coolly at the old woman nearly a foot taller that she was and more than twice her age. "He doesn't know that and neither do the Dursleys." She shook her head. "Beside you couldn't pull off being a Muggle if your life depended on it." There was a faint sound of footsteps that reached her ears. She listened carefully before focusing back on the window.
"I could and I have!" the woman snapped.
"Really?" she said, her eyebrow arching up in disbelief. "I'd like to get a Muggle's opinion before I judge." McGonagall's mouth opened and closed as if trying to retort but unable to think of one. "You really must stop doing that, it makes you look like a fish." The anger that flushed on the Professor's cheeks seemed to amuse the girl because she laughed shaking her head. "Calm down, McGonagall, getting upset over such simple observations one would think you turned into Snape."
"Well I never!" she exclaimed.
The girl flashed her a smile. "Of course not, you grew up too sheltered." That was when a leaf cracked behind her as if someone stepped on it. McGonagall turned around sharply and stared at the darkness, her wand up. "Put your wand down or else you'll attack one of your own, McGonagall." McGonagall looked at her and then back at the person walking towards them, not willing to believe the witch that was young enough for her to teach. "Remus Lupin, if you wish to sneak about without being shot with magic means or otherwise at you might like to walk softer."
"Remus?" ventured McGonagall.
The person stepped into the moonlight reveling that the girl was right. His hands were up and his face was long and tired. "Remus Lupin, werewolf, attended Hogwarts with James, Sirius, and the traitor Peter, taunted and verbally abused Severus Snape, hid in the Shrieking Shack during the full moon, close friend and trustee to Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley, member of the Order of the Phoenix." The girl rattled off from memory.
"Impressive," Lupin said walking towards them. "Be careful, you might hurt me." McGonagall lowered her wand slowly. "How do you plan on watching him?"
"How did you get here?" McGonagall questioned.
The girl responded first. "Floo Powder at Mrs. Figgs' place."
"Flo—um, right, what she said." He stared at her. He had known this girl previously but he still didn't understand how she had Dumbledore's uncanny ability to know everything. "How?"
"You have soot on your robes and you smell slightly of ashes, unlike McGonagall, who has been watching Harry Potter since her shift began at six o'clock at night." The girl answered without even looking at them.
The two adults glanced at each other and shuttered at her ability to know these things with only a brief glance at either of them. "But back to my question," Lupin said firmly but tiredly. "How do you plan on watching him?"
"Do no think that my age will have any affect on my ability to protect him from anyone or anything." She said tightly with a glare.
He walked up next to her saying, "I am in no doubt that you are capable of protecting Harry. I've seen you in a Wizard Duel against someone twice your age, you're strong but," He stopped looking up at the window. It was killing him being so close to Harry Potter and not being able to comfort him and talk to him about the mutual death they shared. She turned her back to him peering up at the window again. "But how do you plan on getting close to him? Close enough to keep an eye on him at all times. I know the Dursleys refuse to let him talk to much of anyone so there is no chance you can get to him if you want—"
"Why don't you do your job, Lupin, and let me do mine?" she said shifting her gaze at him.
"How?" he questioned.
She rolled her eyes annoyed at him. "It is none of your business how I will get my job done, Lupin, just that I get it done." She said irritably.
"But—" McGonagall began to argue.
"Shut up!" she suddenly snapped shooting McGonagall a glare that rivaled Snape's glare. She glanced back at the window and then at the old woman again. She attempted to speak but found that she couldn't. "Oops, well at least you'll be quiet for now." Lupin shot her a half scolding half amused look. "Don't give me that look, Remus, it's her fault for coming, have one of the Order members take it off at the house."
"Look, we just want to see that Harry gets the best…" he trailed off trying to think of the word to use.
"Watch dog?" she said sarcastically to him before looking at the window. "Just let me do my job, Remus," she stole a sideways look at him. "You know I can."
"Yes I do, I saw you train and teach while at the Paladin training camp but—"
"Good Lord, Lupin," she stopped as if trying to put a cap on her frustration and anger. "I would think you knew me well enough after our time spent together."
He sighed and nodded. "I'm not saying I don't trust you. I know you are more than capable of the job. It's just—"
"You don't want him in any trouble and trouble seems to follow me," she said softly, a teasing smile playing across her lips.
He looked reluctant to admit but nodded again. "Yes."
She gave him a gentle smile, at the moment relying on the growing friendship she still had with him. "Well that could be a good and bad thing." She said, her smile growing into a smirk. "Because trouble seems to follow Potter too and my trouble gets boring after a while. I'm always up for a challenge."
Remus let a soft chuckle as she waved her hand and McGonagall gained the power of speech once more. "Don't ever do that again!" she snapped.
She mimicked the woman. "If I see you around here again I'll curse you and claim I thought you were Death Eaters under Polyjuice." She retorted, she was really beginning to hate this woman.
"When I tell Albus about—"
She rolled her eyes. "He will tell you that I had every right because you were told to stay away." She shook her head glancing up at the window once more. "Now if you excuse me, I would like to get some sleep." She said straightening up.
"But—"
"Look!" she half shouted half hissed to the two teachers (well one ex teacher and one teacher.) "Both of you are going to be busy this summer, Lupin with the various strains of outcast werewolves," He swallowed hard, shifting nervously as her glare snapped to McGonagall. "And you with recruiting new members and training them. So why don't you let me do my job." She with that she pulled the silver 'lighter' from her pocket and flicked it open. The lights came out and went back to the street lamps. The two adults winced slightly as the lights hit them. "And if you try to interfere," She looked back, the threat clear in her shining eyes. "You'll wish you hadn't," she warned before sauntering off into the darkness.