DISCLAIMER:
I do not own, nor plan to lay claim, to the rights of the Harry Potter franchise or its characters. Gwenyth Elwyn is, and will always be, my character. I made her many years ago and will never give the rights to her as a character to anyone.
NOW ONTO THE STORY!
Gwenyth Elwyn
and the
Dark Summoning
Prologue: Gwenyth Elwyn
Mr. and Mrs. Elwyn once resided in London, England, had spent nearly their whole lives as Aurors. Aurors were a group of specially trained witches and wizards that personally worked alongside the magical of government that was in authority over where they lived. They would battle against the forces of darkness and anyone that threated the exposure of the wizarding world and would us dark magic for selfish gain.
Having once lived in England, the Elwyns answered directly to the Ministry of Magic, and the minister himself, . Havin gotten caught in the crosshairs of the latest dark wizard that rose to power, the Elwyn family looked to New York, United States of America (USA) for refuge, for their daughter.
Now unlike the Ministry in England, the magical government in the USA was the Magical Congress of the United States of America (MACUSA). MACUSA was massive and huge, in comparison to the Ministry, back in England. Instead of messenger owls, delivering throughout the Magical Congress, there were enchanted paper airplanes whizzing to and from places.
The chambers and rooms of MACUSA were dazzling gold and sunlight streamed from the many windows set in the multi layered walls of the government building. The Ministry was usually dark and shadowy, fireplaces lined the entrance as the Londoners favored a flo network of traveling, but the aurors in MACUSA seemed to enjoy popping in and out freely via apparating and disapparating.
Staring at the structure she was in, searching alone and in vain for where to register her wand and gain a license for usage, something she never dreamed of in easy going London where the only way wand wielding was revoked was during uprisings or other reckless behaviors, in which the offender's wand would be snapped in half, Mrs. Elywn could not help but think back to the events that led to her and her family's sudden departure from their birthplace, London.
Before she met her husband, Mrs. Elwyn had other plans instead of joining the Aurors, in England, like she eventually would have to do. Mrs. Elywn, known back then as Jacqui Ayton, pursued an education in herbology. She was taught under a kindly middle aged witch, Professor Sprout, and was even placed in the house that good Professor Sprout headed and oversaw with, "a dignity and enchanting delight she could never have imagined from young Ms. Ayton's end of things".
Jacqui wanted to be an herbologist, to work with magical plants, of the wizardry world, and find cures for certain maledies and illnesses; such as, the mental implications caused by the Cruciatius curse; a curse that would mentally and physically torture someone to death or even worse, insanity. It would be better to be burned alive, while having someone push glass into your skin, than to suffer the fate of those who are placed under the Cruciatius curse.
She remembered the times when she had mended and tended to shrieking mandrakes, leaping toadstools, and light shy devil's snare. She had passed her exams, both O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's, with flying colors, always managing to win humble and loyal Hufflepuff the house cup. However, all her plans and preparations were changed when she met him, Haydn Elwyn.
It was his eyes that had captivated her, when she first saw him. An almalgum of greens and blues, shining like sea glass. She was soon falling in love with this man; indeed there was such a thing as love at first sight with her situation. She would often stare at him in silence as he passed by her, careful to steer clear of his courageous yet arrogant Gryffindor friends, as they shot jinxes at random passerby's.
Then she finished her education at Hogwarts and moved on to a special, once in a lifetime opporunity, to work under Professor Sprout and learn more about becoming an herbologist as she had always dreamed of. But then she stumbled across Haydn Elwyn, and it was a few months of romance, then the proposal. The engagement lasted at least a couple months and then they were married, an official couple. She cast aside her maiden name, Ayton, for his, Elwyn.
But the magic soon died, when they found out they could not have children. It became even worse when Jacqui learned that her husband, Haydn, was an Auror. Since Aurors live such a dangerous life, where they were almost always involved with deadly creatures and dark wizards, including the recent evil, Lord Voldemort, Jacqui was upset.
She felt misled and to try to make up for her annoyance, she quit her plans, of being an herbologist, and took on the mantle of an Auror. There was a mess of danger and near death experiences. Worst yet, some Aurors were going missing or winding up dead. Then Jacqui made a terrible decision, one that would haunt her and her family forever, changing everything forever.
Jacqui Ayton hid behind the chair as he had told her to. She knew he had found them, and it was her fault. She watched, still sheltered behind the cushioned seat, as he came towards the fallen man, eyes blazing with excitement. He leaned down to face the man, eyes gleaming coldly into the man's dark brown ones, that were wide with fear.
"Do you know who I am?" the man asked coolly, to his panic stricken victim, who was on the floor.
"Y-y-yes." he stammered, as he quickly glanced at the armchair where Jacqui was hidden.
"Then you know why I am here." the cloaked man whispered softly, thankfully unaware of the other man's mistake.
"Yes." and the man got up, off the floor, and onto his feet. "And I should not be such a coward in the face of a needy child!" he roared, brown eyes darkening as his enemy's lit with raging fire.
"How dare you!" he shrieked as he raised a smooth, stick-like object, which turned out to be a wand, pointing it at the man. The angry man hissed something that was nearly inaudible, but Jacqui could make it out, from years of learning defenses against such cursed spells. She knew what was going to happen next, as she watched in horror as her worst nightmare came true.
She saw the other man fall back to the ground, screaming, a blood curdling sound. She could see as he writhed and seethed in pain, tears falling from his deep brown eyes. He began to sweat, great drops splashing to the ground. His torturer watched with sickening delight, as his victim's mentality was being shattered.
Jacqui knew she had to do something, so she did. She took out an object, a wand of her own, that was a pure white color. She called out, a light whooshed from the object in her hand, missing the crazed and violent wizard by inches.
"Get away from him!" she screamed, as she shouted another command, causing the wand to spurt out more light, which almost struck the evil man. He dodged the curse and flicked the wand in his hand, nonchalantly.
And she fell. She fell to the ground, hitting her head hard, against the cold stone floor. Before losing consciousness she saw glowing lights and heard a promise. The promise that would affect her future and the future of everyone she ever came in contact with.
Having had their daughter, Gwenyth, the Elwyns fled from England, taking refuge in New York, U.S. They had been loyal to the cause, fighting the Dark Lord and his followers, the Death Eaters. But now it was time they raised their daughter. They changed their names and their identities.
They made it look like they were the countless number of Aurors, that had died in the war between good and evil. They wanted their daughter to live a normal life. Away from the magic, the wars, the chaos, the death and destruction that they, her parents, had been raised in. Their daughter was raised a muggle, or no maj, and fit in with the real no maj's.
She was safe and kept away from the deadly truth about her people. The magic war, that was waging on in England, and the deaths of people, who were disadvantaged, born without magical powers. The time came where the truth was discovered, the Elywns were hiding in New York.
The head of the magical government urged them to leave New York City, so they did. They left all their belongings, set their house on fire. And made it look like they had been killed by the dark forces, that had hunted them down for defying the Dark Lord, once more. They now were in California. California was a stark difference to New York. There were no visible seasonal changes. It was almost always bright, sunny, and very hot. There were beautiful beaches, stretches of sand that hugged the coastline of the Pacific Ocean.
The ocean itself was a deep, dark blue. Their daughter quickly adjusted to the change and even found it to be better. She made new friends. Loved the beaches and the mountains, snow capped colassal and towering, naturally made, structures. She adored the scenery, the green grassy hills and the flower strewn fields. Her parents raised her in a ranch. Where she learned to take care of animals, such as horses, goats, and sheep. Her parents worked in real estate and corporate law. She was friends with everyone, even the teachers.
She got excellent grades and excelled through her classes, skipping to other higher levels of education. Then she turned ten. All that changed. She began showing signs of being different than the others. She would mysteriously disappear and appear in places. When she got upset or scared, glass would strangely break or melt.
Doors were easy to unlock and windows were easy to go through, even if they were closed and the glass left unbroken. Butterflies and birds materialized whenever she wanted to see them. The sun would be covered up with clouds, when she felt sad, and the sun would shine brighter, when she was happy. Then she could also speak with one particular species of animal, and that was the final proof. Her parents had hoped she would be non magical, a squib. They had hoped she could live life as a no maj. But they were wrong.
Staring at the field of poppies, lush and glowing orange in a warm Spring breeze, the rainfall that Winter had been downpour after downpour causing mini floods and refilling the dry, dessicated, thirsty grounds where still and peaceful ponds had been home to multiple fish, birds, and iridescent dragonflies flitting over the pond waters looking for slick, scaly, watery prey, Gwenyth breathed in the luxurious, fragrant scent of the paper thin, delicate, yet beautiful flowers that swayed to the silent whisper of the soft, occasional wind.
Gwenyth laughed and picked up a long dandelion, the white seedlings attached to the tip of the plant, closed her eyes, made a wish, and blew the seedlings all over the landscape. Watching them float lazily through the air, using the wind as a transportation system that would send them to their final destination, where they would become one with the earth and grow into a multitude of dandelions, come next Spring.
After having her fun with the dandelion, she continued her journey, exploring the landscape with excited and inquisitive eyes. She stopped at the clifftops of the flower strewn, ubiquitous fragant, hills, looked down and without a second thought, jumped. Instead of careening to her doom as she should have, Gwenyth floated, featherlike, to the ground, as if she had used a hanglider to aid her in soft decent.
Once her feet touched the floor, a strong gust of wind picked up, blowing the petals off of the delicate poppies, within a five foot mile radius, and sending them drifting into the air, before transforming into rainbow colored butterflies, their painted wings fluttered loudly as bird feathers. Once they landed on a barren tree, shockingly still in slumber after the cold Winter season gave way to the pleasantly warm Spring, they transformed into blossom flowers, lighting up with a fuschia pink glow reflecting from the sunset, which caused the sky to become an almalgum of reds, oranges, blues, purples, and yellows.
Watching her in curious silence, only becoming aware of his presence from the sudden chill running down her spine, was a mysterious, cloaked, gleaming red eyed man. She knew he was a man because of his face; although his face was not like that of the common man she came across, the shape of his jaw, his eyes, and his masculine hands, revealed himself to be a man. Gwenyth stared at this strange man, watching the way he watched her, as if she was someone he knew, someone he wanted to get to know him.
Having never heard the whispered warnings, the horrifying news, and the devastating consequences of coming face to snakelike face with this fiend, Gwenyth took a few steps close to him. She stopped, something inside her screaming for her to back away, to run away, to at all costs not let that man anywhere near her. But before she could follow her mind, he was right in front of her, and not by means of walking to her, this man just appeared right in front of her!
Before she could back away, he silently mouthed something, and she could not leave, she felt powerless, dazed, scared, her mind ordered her legs to work and take flight, but his voice ordered her to stay there. His voice must have been in her head, since his lips did not move. So she stayed. Watching, waiting, heart pounding. He continued to stare at her, as if unsure about something, yet sure about it as well.
Then finally, he smiled. The smile did not reassure the panic stricken young girl, but only made her feel more scared, terrified, maybe even mortified. Then he spoke.
"Gwenyth Elywn, I assume." More of a statement than a question, but still she nodded her head, she was allowed to move her head at least.
"Perfect." he sneered, eyes flashing wildly with excitement. "It has been years since it all began." he spoke softly as he circled around the mentally captive Gwenyth.
"Very long." he continued, still softly. "Too long." Her heart leapt in her throat as his tone changed, becoming icy.
"You see dear Gwenyth Elwyn, I waited for this moment." He stopped circling, placed his hands on her shoulders, the feeling was like spiders and was like chill, merciless, cold chill, as if from wastelands in Alaska that Gwenyth has gone to with her parents. "The moment you die." Then he pressed a sticklike object, made of yew, a type of wood Gwenyth had seen when she was younger. Closing her eyes, preparing for the worst, she heard shouts, saw flashing lights, heard the sound of screaming, her mother!
Then opening her eyes, Gwenyth found herself in the field of poppies, no longer dazzling, but charred, completely obliterated, and gasping, red faced next to her, was her father. Her mother lay on the ground, in a patch of crackling, black, ashy grass, she had a scar running down her arm, something Gwenyth never had seen, which must mean it was new. But how can her mother have a new scar, without bein gcut first? After regaining conciousness, her mother took her hand, her parents exchanged knowing looks. Then with a sudden, gut wrenching twist, they vanished.
After learning this truth, they received a series of letters from the school, they had attended, in England, as well as from the Ministry, back in London, where they had escaped with their lives. They were being called back and so was their daughter. The secret was out, they were discovered.
They packed their bags, ignoring their daughter's incessant whining. They looked back at the little ranch house, at the animals they had raised. They allowed their daughter to kiss them goodbye; she wet the horses' manes with her tears and gave the goats a kiss, wiping their hair away from her wet cheek.
They boarded the ship. A plane would have been too dangerous as the letters, they received, informed them he also knew. Knew that their daughter was magical and their daughter might carry on their family legacy, a legacy built on defiance against him and something else. Something that had haunted the Elwyns, since the moment Gwenyth was born, to the last day in field of poppies. The same field where he had found her, where he had almost killed her, and where, if they stayed, he would eventually strike again.
Having arrived back home, both Mr. and Mrs. Elwyn knew they could not reveal the entire truth to Gwenyth. So to protect her more, until the time was right, they registered their daughter into a muggle school, in London, their hometown. Determined to prevent her from learning the truth. From learning about him. From learning about her family's legacy. Until the time was right.
Whenever the time would be right. When she would be ready to face him and all that he stood for, as her parents had done, as her father's parents had done before him. As the whole of the Elywns had done, fighting evil and coming face to face with unfathomable darkness, darkness that would drive someone insane, should they meet it prematurely. Should they meet it before they were ready.