HAPPY HOLIDAYS & A HAPPY NEW YEAR 2018! I HOPE THAT THE NEXT YEAR WILL BE BETTER FOR EVERYONE THAN THIS WAS!
Sorry for the long wait of this chapter!
She was fuming and wanted to thrash the primitive compartment she was sitting in. But she knew that it would not still her anger. Her grandfather had brought her to this primitive planet and bought a manor, which would serve as his base on this planet and he expected her to learn everything there was about magic in this school and later teach him as he needed it to get rid of his master when the time would be right and then she would become his true Sith apprentice. And she would make sure that she got rid of her competitor Maul, who saw himself as her grandfather's apprentice already. No, there would only be only one apprentice to her grandfather and that would be her. But she would be completely cut off from any electronics. That meant that she could not contact her Master/Grandfather within the school compounds and she would also been cut off from any further formal schooling on Naboo or on the apprentice legislators. She would never dare to admit it to her grandfather, but she liked the heated discussions with the Nabarrie girl. But the girl was hopelessly naïve and would not survive long in a real fight. Why she had begun to teach her some basic self-defence moves was something she could still not yet explain.
Her grandfather had furthered her training and taught her many different forms of combat and she had managed to hold her own against him, but she suspected that he had let her breach his defences.
When Petunia had informed them after a few years, that her Hogwarts letter had arrived at her house, Palpatine had travelled with her back to the primitive rock and visited them in their house. The entire family had been terrified, and she had relished in her former tormentor's fear, panic and anger. Her uncle had dared trying to throw them out of the house, but she had used the force to catapult him backwards through the kitchen door and the narrow corridor, passing her former bed under the stairs. Her aunt had shrieked in panic, while her adipose cousin had squeaked like slaughtered pig and her uncle had groaned in pain. But she had not been done with him for all that pain he had caused her and being in that house again had brought all her suppressed memories bubble back to surface. She still had some scars that proved her abuse. She had wanted to see him suffer, she had wanted justice for all her scars left from his belt when she had been weak and little. When her uncle tried to get up from the floor, he was unable to stand up and she moved past Palpatine and used the Force to help him up using the Force to pull him upwards by his throat. She could hear her aunt and his cousin wail in the background and gurgling sounds from her adipose uncle who had an unhealthy red shade on his face as he struggled as if to fight off the invisible arms slowly choking him to death. Just as she wanted to intensify the pressure on his throat to kill him, her grandfather, who she knew had enjoyed the display just as much as she did, had ordered her to let him go as they might still need them. Her anger had spiked even more, but he was her Master and she had needed to obey him. But she swore that her uncle would still get what he deserved. She had loosened her hand and had let him go with the Force and with a heavy thud he had landed on the floor, desperately gasping for air while holding his throat.
A day later they had met an assigned "wizard" to accompany them into the magical world and she had felt her grandfather's excitement at all the possibilities he had seen.
The man had been quite pale, worn dark clothes and his shoulder long black hair looked unkempt and greasy as if he hadn't washed them for quite some time. He had given them a folder about the magical world and explained that he would show them the entrance to the Diagon Alley. Elizabeth had felt that he had some dark force on his left arm and her grandfather seemed to have felt the same. When they had entered the tacky, old pub, which looked even more primitive than the rest of this planet she groaned. She was used to live in luxury. Would this school she was forced to go be as tacky as this building. They had magic and did not use it to advance? How stupid were those creatures?
Diagon Alley had overwhelmed her senses and she had stumbled as all those sensations had been rushing into her without any filter and she had repeated the Sith code repeatedly to maintain control of her powers. She could not help it. Lately she lost control of her powers more often and she could not explain it. Her grandfather did not seem to have any problems at all. But he was far more advanced than she would probably ever be. In Gringotts she had learned that she had inherited a vault at birth, which she could use for buying school supplies. Snape, the greasy haired man had her key and she had been able to get some money. It was primitive. The rest of the shopping trip had been quite uneventful, with the exception that she had bought all the books for all seven years. Snape had pointed out that this would not be intelligent as she would need to learn the basics in first year, but her skillful grandfather somehow had stroked the man's ego and after a small mental fight the man even gave them advise on which additional books she could use to get a deeper understanding of certain subjects and he seemed to know quite a bit about "The dark Arts" and "Potions". Palpatine had observed that their guide did have strong mental defenses, but they had been next to nothing against the power of the Sith. Her grandfather had secretly ordered all those books a second time for himself to take them with him to Coruscant. Palpatine had heard of the other Alley, which had a bad reputation and had sworn to inspect it a bit more after they would have gotten rid of the greasy haired man.
Someone opened the door of her compartment and rose her from her musings. Who dared to disturb her! She angrily stared at the person and saw a rather pale blond boy with two mean looking boys behind him.
"Get out, this is my compartment now!" the pale blond boy sneered looking at her.
"This compartment is already taken, and I suggest you go looking for another one or you will regret it." She growled in a low and dangerous tone fixating the blond boy, who had placed himself on the bench opposite her, with her blazing eyes, while drawing the Force towards her.
The other two mean looking boys hesitated and one even took a step back. Good. He may be a dull one, but even someone as stupid as him could recognize the danger she could be.
The other boy seemed to be taken aback by her refusal. Obviously, he had never been told off before. Well, she wanted to get back to her book without any pathetic individual disturbing her peace.
"I said: Get out of my compartment!" Elizabeth repeated slowly moving her upper body forward. "Or you'll regret it."
"Don't you know who I am?" the other boy asked petulantly
"My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He told her proudly, but she only coldly raised her eyebrow.
"Is that name supposed to mean something to me? If your name actually were important I would know it."
She could feel his rising anger and basked in it and finally some colour crept into his unhealthily pale cheeks.
"No need, to ask about your family." He scoffed. "Red hair, hand-me-down clothes. You must be a Weasley. My father has told me all about yours. Blood traitors, fascinated by muggles and more children than anyone can possibly afford. So, it's you who should get out of this compartment and learn to properly address your superiors." He sneered, and his goons snickered. She had no idea who those Weasleys were, and her robes were quite expensive, but definitely not fashionable on this primitive rock, but she would show him that it was him, who she considered inferior.
She closed her book of Advanced Potions with a loud thud and slowly put it to her right side on the bench. The blond boy smirked without knowing that he was in immediate danger. She slowly stood up never leaving his grey eyes. Eyes never lied. She could see that he was not that brave as he held himself. This would be too easy. She gathered the Force and suddenly jerked her right hand towards his throat and neck and pulled him up.
She watched in joy as his eyes portrait his surprise, terror and fear and just like her uncle he was clawing at his throat to get rid of the invisible hands that weren't there. His shade turned redder and she held him there. His two goons jumped up and ran out of the compartment wailing in fear.
As he was desperately gasping for air she told him:"I told you to get out of my compartment and if should you decide to cross me again in Hogwarts, then I won't hesitate to eliminate you." She paused for effect.
"Is that clear?" she enquired, and the Malfoy boy nodded hastily while urgently gasping for air. She smirked and released the Force, which made him drop a few inches. He sucked in breath while holding his throat.
"Now get out." She whispered dangerously, and the blond boy fled in terror.
She angrily shut the compartment door closed with the Force, turned around and saw her wand emit sparks. Great. Now there was another visible indicator of her feelings. Not exactly what she needed.
The wand was quite a curious thing, but the wand-maker had spent over two hours looking for her wand, much to her annoyance. He even had ask other costumers to come back later as this had seemed to take a while. Funnily enough he had gradually become more nervous, the longer it had taken to find a wand. His shop had resembled a battlefield afterwards.
But in the end the wand that had fit her the best had been one made of Laurel wood, 10 ¼ inches long with a very rare phoenix feather core and unyielding flexibility. Much to her grandfather's annoyance the wandmaker had explained that a laurel wand could not perform a dishonorable act, and as a Sith Acolyte she was bound to perform dishonorable acts in the future. The wandmaker had furthermore told her that in the quest for glory, these kinds of wands could perform powerful and quite lethal magic and it would not accept laziness in her as a possessor and it seemed that this wand was already quite protective of her. Whatever that meant. Her core type was apparently the rarest type of cores as these kinds of feathers are known to be capable of the greatest range of magic, but also the most volatile as they could act of their own accord and they are apparently the hardest to tame and to personalize. She had tried several spells already and each of them had worked. One she had attempted without a wand and she had accidently thrashed her room in the newly bought base of operations on this planet. One of the first things she would need to research were ways of communicating in the wizarding world for her being able to inform her grandfather of her progress. She didn't want to be here, but she wanted also to learn as much as possible in order for her grandfather to surpass his master. Her grandfather had also bought one for himself although the old cranky wand maker had hesitated to give him one as he seemed to sense that they were not quite like other Force users. Well, Sith never were.
She also had no idea which house she would be in, but she did not want to be in the same as her brother, who she could vaguely sense on the train. She had felt strangely when she had gotten onto the train. Something in the Force had felt as if it had snapped back into place, but it did not make any sense. Why would the Force react like that and as she had deduced that it had to be because of her brother. She did not want anything to do with her family! They had abandoned her in favour of her brother. They were responsible that she had suffered at the hands of her extended family and that she would not have survived if her grandfather hadn't saved her. She knew her mother had vaguely sensed her and had not cared enough to safe her. It had come to her during one of the meditations where she had replayed the faithful Christmas morning, her grandfather had stepped into her life, in her mind. They could screw themselves. She would show them that they were weak and pathetic and she hoped that her brother would leave her alone or she would be tempted to kill him. No, she could not kill him. She needed to learn. Maybe she could take on a Nightsister in the future. That would certainly be a worthy challenge.
Her peace was disturbed again as another person dared to knock on her apartment. A bushy haired girl entered and Elizabeth scowled: „What do you want?"
"So sorry, but have you seen a toad?" the girl asked. "A boy named Neville has lost one."
"Obviously, I haven't." she shot back annoyed at the interruption. At this pace she would not be able to finish her book until they reached her school.
"Try a summoning charm. Now get out!" she ordered her shoving the girl out of the compartment again using the Force to shut the door again, but the girl was unfortunately persistent, or she didn't get the message that Elizabeth wanted to be alone.
"Can you show me how that charm works?" she asked. "I've only found vague references in our first year's books, but not the actual charm. I've seen a red-haired boy in another compartment attempting magic, but it didn't end so well. He was in Harry Potter's compartment. Can you believe it, that Harry Potter will be in Hogwarts with us." Elizabeth grinded her teeth. That chatty, nervous girl reminded her too much of Padmé and she was sure that the only way to get rid of her was to demonstrate the actual spell. She concentrated on the Force for guidance and she detected something familiar in the girl. She was Force sensitive! Well, a big higher, than the average wizard on this train, but not even near the strength of her or her grandfather, but it was certainly interesting to keep that in mind for the future.
"What's the name of that missing creature?" she enquired snarling and the girl jumped back.
"Ahm. I believe he called it Trevor." She answered hesitantly. Elizabeth closed her eyes and centered herself, summoned her wand and said:"Accio, Toad Trevor!" and swirled her wand in the spell specific pattern. She felt the Force shift and then the girl shrieked as something flew directly into her and she was thrown to the floor. When Elizabeth opened her eyes, she saw the most curious creature sitting on the girl's stomach and she could detect the creature's confusion.
"Thanks. the girl shouted out getting back on her feet, but Elizabeth only rolled her eyes and with a flick of her hand she shut the door again summoning the book from the bench back, putting her feet at the opposite bench and loosing herself in the book again. She had reading to do.
Harry was sitting in his compartment but felt strange since leaving King's Cross. Something inside him had snapped after entering his compartment, which he shared with his best friend Ron. Neville had lost his toad Trevor again and was looking for it. Neville's toad always tried to escape as it felt uncomfortable being carried around. He had once told this his friend and Ron had laughed at Harry being able to sense the toad's feeling, but the other boy had gulped. Neville obviously had found someone to help him with his search as a bushy haired girl had enquired if they had seen a toad. Lucius Malfoy's son had also tried to befriend him, looking rather disgruntled with a nasty blue bruise on his throat. Ron had snickered at hearing his name, which had caused the blond boy to twitch nervously and he insulted his best friend for being poor, but Harry had sensed that the blond boy had been terrified, and his hand had twitched towards his bruises. Suffice to say that Harry had not taken the blond boy's hand and he had even felt quite annoyed and rather angry against him, but it almost seemed that those feelings weren't entirely his.
When Neville had happily come back with his toad and Hermione in tow they had told him about the rumor that some strange girl had tossed Malfoy out of her compartment. Hermione conceded that the girl was certainly strange, but although she seemed to be of their age, she was convinced that the girl must have been from a higher year as she had been reading a book about advanced potions. Harry's breathing became shallow. What if the reason why he felt so strange was actually because he could sense his twin sister on board.
"Hey, mate. Are you alright?" Ron asked him munching a chocolate frog. "You're kinda pale."
"Yeah." He answered. "I just need to stretch my legs a bit. I'll be right back."
He stood up, stepped outside of the compartment and turned right, which would lead further towards the front of the train. As he was in the last wagon it would take some time to find her, but he decided to follow his feeling. His mother had told him to trust his gut as she had not listened to hers for the longest time. The strange, pulling feeling intensified as he passed other students on the train who eyed him curiously. As he passed the compartments he also realized that the conversations in the compartments stopped shortly and they snuck secret glances at him. But he wanted to sneak only a glance at one person. His sister. She had to be here somewhere. Maybe they could get to know each other before they started at Hogwarts. Did she miss their family? How had she found out that she was a witch? How was their grandfather like? Would he recognize her? He had seen baby photos of her and she had looked cute, even though her unruly red hair had stood out everywhere.
Suddenly his feeling jerked and he swayed a bit and he came to stop in front of an almost empty compartment. Inside was only one unhealthily pale girl with long curly, red hair, with her feet laid on the opposite bench, completely engrossed in a thick volume. She was completely dressed in black. The only colour he could see was her hair and the red inside of her otherwise black coat.
It seemed that her favourite colour was black. but he could see that the inside of her coat hanging near the window was completely red. Something needed to be done about her unhealthy pale shade.
Suddenly she lifted her head and slowly turned him towards Harry and caught him starring at her. Her stormy green eyes narrowed, and she threw him an angry look. Her jaw visibly tightened, and Harry could suddenly feel her growing anger and her hate towards him. How could he feel that? It did not make any sense. Did he have a twin bond with her? And why did she hate him. He recoiled not being able to deal with the amount of hate being turned against him and he broke the eye contact and sadly returned towards his compartment. He would not give up on his sister.
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