Well my goal for this year is to write and finish a story…if I do I'll make myself a cake…if not you're all welcome to flame me, to be as brutal as you want. But first you need to wait until I don't update for like 2 weeks or something. Chapters will be shorter than I am used to; but that will make it easier to update. If you have a better title, please tell me your suggestion in a review please.
What Isn't Seen
Summary: Selena Brume was trapped in a painting for 50 years, until a former death eater freed her. Read and discover what Selena teaches several unwilling students about life and what they teacher her in return. This story does follow HPB but it happens during the war with Voldemort, and after Dumbledore's death.
Rating: M
Chapter 1
Selena Brume
My name means moon mist. That is what I am and who I have always been. I am an assassin, and I was trapped in a painting for fifty years. To escape took the courage of a former death eater's wife. What was I doing there you ask? Dumbledore put me there when he discovered I was a trained Elvin assassin who still killed people, and refused to help his cause against Voldemort. He trapped me when the Ministry refused to help his cause because if they had, there would have been a second warfront, they wouldn't have been fighting Voldemort solely now, but the elves as well, and if they refuse to acknowledge me then they cannot punish me. Elf/Human relations have been terribly shaky since the murder of Elaine Moonsight, 1,000 years ago.
We elves are normally peaceful and dwell in nature, but when a wizard killed Elaine, our High Priestess, things went ugly, and the first Elvin assassin, my grandfather, came to be. In war, both the light and dark forces beg us to join them, however we elves are wise, and know their lies, we don't fall for your lie twice, and once you lie to an elf we will forever be able to tell when you lie and when you don't, if your survive the angered elf's wrath for lying to begin with that is.
I was able to find my house and belongings in the same state that I left them with thankfully, my house elves kept them in excellent condition. Yes indeed I do have house elves, we are, you see two different species and they have become trained so well at cleaning and serving that there is nothing to be done to change their ways now. They serve even their distant relatives. Indeed I live in a decent house, it contains small, necessary rooms for sleeping, eating, washing, storing my weapons and one for a guest. It is small and quaint, however I prefer sleeping in trees when the weather permits, only in wet weather am I inside. I enjoy my life out of that painting.
There is war going on all around me, the humans I currently dwell with in Hogwarts speak continually of this war, and I have grown tired of death. Perhaps someday this human war will end; until then, I listen and offer my advise to those who seek it. In war I claim no sides, both offer hits for me and I kill for both, however in this war I kill for one side, the other I cannot trust them in their own enclosed spaces.
The potions master's wife freed me and I owe her an odd debt, but it is partially for her that I don't kill her side as well. She is an intelligent woman and one I would not cross in battle, there are perhaps two others that have this honor, for few deserve it.
The headmistress is kind in letting me stay, and teach Elvin myths and legends to young minds. I enjoy the honor, my students are good enough, and I don't assign much homework, I don't have time to grade it, I only have large assignments and tests biweekly.
Life at Hogwarts is far too cozy, and I enjoy my life in the darkness more. I am hardly at the school outside of my classes. I prefer to be in the Forbidden Forest, or in the muggle world killing those of whom I have been paid to kill.
This narration must bore you, however I promise that it will grow more exciting as the chapters progress.
Good night, and may you stay safe from harm.
