I wish I was a forest,
with many things to hide,
I wish I was a clearing,
no secrets left inside.
I wish I could be silent,
since nothing can be said,
I wish it would be quiet,
since I'm already dead.
I wish I could relive it,
take back all that Ive done,
I wish I know what happened,
instead Id rather run.
There she sat, huddled, crying.. She couldn't bear what she had done. Barely nine years old and she had killed someone. Her father may have been the one who made her but it was her who uttered the spell. That flash. That brilliant green flash and the unnatural, surreal screams that echoed in her ears long after the woman was dead. She found herself not thinking of the woman she had killed hours before, but of the murder in her dream. She walked.. No stalked. She stalked through the night, the rat had betrayed the stag. She felt the adrenalin. She felt the anger and fear. she burst the door open and was faced by the man. A man who's face would not become famous but the face that looked so similar to it instead. His screams do not last long. The life drains from his eyes as he stares in disbelief, blaming himself for dying so quickly, for betraying those he had laid down his life to protect. And in anger at himself for ever trusting the man he believed had betrayed him and his family to the man who had murdered people across the country. Muggles and Wizards alike. She walks up the stairs with eerie silence. As if the world had been muted, or as if her ears had been deafened to anything but screams. The woman was next, and then the boy they had come to kill. Had the two not tried to protect the child they wouldn't have to die. She begs for her life, for the life of her son but her pleas fall on torpid, apathetic ears. Her screams are far more prolonged. She would have lived far longer had the woman not crossed her. or was it him? She could not tell if it was herself or someone else who's eyes she looked out from. and then the babe. The child cried as its mother's arms went limp and let the child drop to the floor. She was no longer able to protect him. As the curse crossed through her lips and reached the child's ignorant ears, her vision turned green. That unbearable pain was reversed onto her instead. Before the time when the pain grew so unbearable she thought she would die, She awoke.
Carey. A name that by meaning, was purely 'dark'. She was silent on the trip, even when the children around her bustled and asked her questions all about.. why she had auror guards while coming here, why the minister himself saw that she got on the train.. She was completely silent, just sitting in her chair, staring at the ground since she had no reason to ask for the window seat. She didn't eat the sweets either, although she had enough money to buy everyone in the next five cabins every kind of candy and sweet on that cart. As they reached their destination she stayed in the cart as the other children ran to change. She had been in her school robes ever since they left the ministry car and right into the train station, leading people to believe she was some kind of princess. It wasn't much different from the truth. A princess is held back by the needs of her people and her duties, and must be protected from them. She had a duty to protect those around her by not associating herself with them. But she took the opportunity to move over to the window and see where exactly she was going. A grand sight met her eyes of an extravagant castle, complete with lake, sport arena, and a foreboding forest. A clich' for the muggle stories of wizards but then, it wasn't as if only one wizard lived there. It was a school. And The irony of it was, that despite how it was the safest place for her to be kept should Voldemort choose to use her again, The very boy Voldemort would want her to kill lived there for as much time as he could. A small smile spread on Carey's lips, an empty expression that merited an odd reaction from her fellows, who had returned from changing. "The boy who lived shall live no more."
Nik: Sorry its a bit short but it is only the prologue. I hope you liked all the horrible foreshadowing and Ive been wanting to create this character for a while. Yes she is the clichéd 'daughter of Voldemort' but I did my best to make her into a meaningful character, right down to her name.