A/N: Sorry to say that this story is coming to a close. But you can read the sequel that I will be putting up shortly.
The prologue is already up.
I managed to submerge myself in my studies and avoid everyone and anyone. That was until a week before our year-end exams, I was walking out of the library after doing my homework and having a study session with Grisha MacLaggen, when I was suddenly yanked to the side, causing me to drop all of my things onto the stone floor.
In the time had I spent avoiding the a few people from my house of Gryffindor in the library. Upon further discussion it was relieved to me that they were heirs to the Founders of Hogwarts. Grisha being the heir of Gryffindor; a boy with hazel eyes, dark, cropped hair, so tall he almost had to duck in order to walk through the doorways- I later found his name to be Zachariah Smit- is the heir to Hufflepuff. The last but not least Genevieve Zambwit, the heir of Ravenclaw. Much like Rowena she was tall, yet slender, her beauty was enhanced, yet she wore no makeup to enhance it, her waist length ebony locks had a slight shine to it. Her dark and beady eyes never missing a thing.
After losing my things to the stone floor, I was quickly dragged into an empty classroom. I blinked several times before a few torches around the room lit up, when I finally got my slight back, I came face to face with Tom Marvolo Riddle, the boy I thought to be my friend.
"Tom?" I gasped out, shocked at his angry expression, a fierce scowl etched on his handsome face.
"Annamarie, what in bloody Merlin's beard were you doing out with that girl?" He spat out at me. His voice harsher than I've ever heard it before.
I flinched back in response, feeling as if I had been slapped across the face. "Who? Grisha? You mean Grisha?" I stuttered, only receiving a nod a response from him.
"Oh, we were paired up this morning in Transfiguration with Professor Dumbledore. We were to change our pets into either a water glass or a pocket watch. Since I didn't get one last year and wasn't planning to get one until next year, Grisha was nice enough to let me practice with one of hers. We were studying spells and trying to memorize them, so we didn't make any mistakes tomorrow in class." I explained.
He looked distressed for a second, he's green eyes seems to take a yellow green glow to it. I gasped in fear as I felt myself leave the present, only to realize that I was pulled into what our professor in Divinations class called a vision.
Vision:
Tom slowly making his way towards the restricted section of the library. He slowly made his way towards the history and spell section.
He pulled out a book, the book itself made a cold shiver run up and down my spine.
The three unforgiveable curses:
Killing Curse:
Incantation: Avada Kedavra.
No survivors known as of yet. It is one of the most powerful and sinister spells known in the wizarding community and to all its kind. The effects are instantaneous and painless death.
The Killing Curse is an 'unblockable' curse, thus shield charms won't defend against it. It was invented during what is known the early Middle Ages by Dark witches or wizards. The curse created primarily as a means of quickly and efficiently slaying one's opponent in a duel. It can be assumed that this was a popular and frequently used curse in dueling.
Described as a jet or flash of blinding green light that 'illuminates every corner of the room' followed by a rushing sound, which causes the victim instant death. Victims of the Killing Curse are identified by the fact that they simply appear to have dropped dead for no biological reason.
The curse requires great skill in order to be performed correctly. You need nerve and ability.
There is no counter-curse since it is not possible to revive the dead. However, there are some exceptions to it:
*: Sacrificial protection, which uses the power of love. However, one may dodge the green bolt, block it with a physical barrier, or the use of Priori Incantatem.
* The most effective method of surviving the Killing Curse is Sacrificial protection. The willing sacrifice for another, a manifestation of love, which is the most potent defense against the 'unblockable' Killing Curse.
- Love is a powerful and mysterious branch of magic.
- It gives those who experience it the ability to do very great things.
* Another defense employed against the Killing Curse is the creation of at least one Horcrux. The creation of Horcruxes is a preventive measure, created by a wizard long before he faces an actual Killing Curse attack.
-However, a Horcrux is less effective than Sacrificial protection, since it only allows a little more than the soul of the target to live, while the target's body still dies.
- If one's has Horcruxes, they will, they will not be dead, but they will barely be alive and will be reduced to nothingness.
- To living off of another, drinking Unicorn blood, using the Philosopher's Stone (if it exists) and creating a rudimentary body.
- Horcrux: To contain fragments of a soul and prevent death.
Cruciatus Curse: also known as the Torture Curse
Incantation: Crucio
A tool the Dark arts, one of the three Unforgivable Curses. Is one of the most powerful, and sinister spells known to the wizarding community and all its kind. When cast successfully, the curse inflicts intense excruciating pain on its victim. Considering that the curse does not physically harm the victim, it is possible that it only stimulates the pain receptors.
The pain the curse causes by the Cruciatus Curse is described as worse than "one thousand white-hot knives boring into the skin"
The sensation of the curse is so intense that the person under the effects wishes for unconsciousness and even death, as a means of escape This pain can cause permanent mental injury if exposed to for prolonged time.
To successfully perform this curse, merely uttering the incantation is not enough. The wizard or witch must possess a deep desire to cause the victim pain. The curse's potency and results vary from caster to caster and its effects are expected to be rendered relatively ineffective when used by either those who are inexperienced or timid.
To this point there is no spell that can defend against the Cruciatus Curse.
Imperious Curse:
Incantation: Imperio
A tool of the Dark Arts, and is one of the three Unforgivable Curses. It is one of the most powerful and sinister spells known to the wizarding community and its kind. When cast successfully, the curse places the victim completely under the caster's control, though a person with exceptional strength of will is capable of resisting it.
It is also unique in that is the least harmful of the curses ( unless one counts the complete lack of free will) except if performed improperly.
The Imperious Curse was created during what is known as the early Middle Ages by dark witches and wizards. The curse was created for the coercion and brainwashing of others into slavery. Unlike the other Unforgivables, being subjected to the Imperious Curse- when adequately cast- is not an unpleasant experience, in fact, quite the opposite; the victim of an Imperius Curse is placed in a calm, trance-like state in which feeling of responsibility and anxiety is banished (drawing parallels to the muggle world's phenomenon of hypnosis)
An adequately imperiused being is placed under the caster's total control and may be directed to do anything the caster wishes, including crimes such as murder, political corruption, embezzlement, and even suicide.
Also, while under the caster's control, the curse may endow the victim with whatever skills that are required in order to complete the task at hand, such as increased strength or allowing them to cast spells above their level.
It is possible for someone who has been Imperioused to place others under the curse as well.
When cast correctly Imperious Curse is terminated- for whatever reason- the victim becomes themselves again.
The Cruciatus, Imperius and Avada Kedavra Curses were not made unforgivable until the year 1717.
The smirk that Tom had on his face could only mean one thing, He was planning something, something big.
Suddenly as if playing an entire movie, I saw all of Tom Marvolo Riddle's life flash before my eyes within a few seconds. It wasn't going to be good.
"Dark Arts, Tom? Really? Why would you want to know about something like that?" I asked, voice shaking. I felt as if I had been hit in the stomach, the wind had been knocked out of me.
His forest green eyes widened, "How did... how did you know?" He asked me, eyeing me carefully.
"Do you want me to tell you? Fine, then take my hand and I'll show you." I said, holding out my hand towards him.
He took it hesitantly, the moment my hand touched his, I brought back the future that I had already seen happening as soon as he decided to study the Dark Arts of Magic. I felt him tense beside me, for a second.
We watched together his future, as soon as the vision stopped I let go of his hand, and looked at him straight in the eye.
"Though not everything was clear I can tell you that if you keep your course you will meet a horrible death. Goodnight, Tom Riddle." I said, as I tried to walk away from him.
"I will not let a filthy little mudblood, like you, tell me what to do. I don't know how or what you just did a few seconds ago, but don't think for a second that this will deter me!" He growled, his voice suddenly taking at deathly edge to it.
"Think, say, and do whatever you want, Tom, I was just trying to be your friend. But whatever. Don't talk to me. Or better yet come find me when you decide to be a friend again. Not the arsehole that is standing before me." I said, pulling my arm out of his grip and running back towards Gryffindor Tower.
I was crying by the time I reached the tower, and the common room was practically deserted when I did walk through the porthole. I quickly found the corner seat empty and sat down, once again staring out the window as I let the tears fall. I hadn't heard anyone come, until the seats around me were occupied.
"Anna, what's wrong? Remus asked, as they plopped down on around me.
"Nothing." I quickly said, wiping my face with my sleeves.
"It doesn't seem like nothing. In fact, running all the way here, from who knows where isn't nothing." James said.
"Fine. I am crying, ok? What's it to you, anyway?" I sniffled.
"It seems to me like one of the males in the other three houses may need a good talking to." Sirius said looking down at his hands as if inspecting his dirty nails.
"Seems so, bud." James agreed.
"Guys, before we make any assumptions, you might want to hear the story. I mean, we can't just go around hitting every bloke here." Remus said, shaking his head at them amused.
"Look my friend and I had a falling out, it won't do anyone any good if you intervene." I said, feeling litter as I said that.
"Fine, but you got to tell us what happened." James held, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Alright. My friend Tom and I had a falling out, that's why I was so upset when you got here. He's my best mate. We've never fought before, not like this." I sniffled, as I explained.
"Friends are known to squabble now and then. Why is this any different?" Sirius asked, frowning.
"Because this time, he-this time he called me a mudblood." I whispered, looking down at my feet.
"Mud-wait, hold it. I thought nobody knew where you're truly from. Why does he think you're a mudblood?" James asked, confused.
"It's-it's the people he's been hanging around with. They're corrupting him." I explained plainly.
"That's crap and you know. Most if not all Slytherin are snakes." Sirius said.
I shook my head at him angrily. "See? This is why I didn't want to say anything; whatever problem Gryffindor have with Slytherin is your problem. I know for a fact that a few Slytherin are very nice people despite being in Slytherin, so, piss off Black." I stated before stomping off angrily.
"Anna. Anna wait!" He called after me, but it was too late I had already ran in the direction of the girls' dormitories, and no boy could come here.