DISCLAIMER:

This story was inspired by J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. Therefore, I do not own the characters except for Gwenyth Elwyn, who I had made years ago.

NOW ONTO THE STORY!

Gwenyth Elwyn

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Dark Summoning

Chapter Four: Secrets of the Darkest Art

Gwen rushed through the gate, running straight for the great hall. She saw both Sirius and James exchange confused glances as she raced to the table, sitting besides them.

"What are you doing here?" asked Sirius as he looked at Gretchen with confusion.

"I will explain later." gasped Gwen as she grabbed a chicken leg from his plate, despite his protests. "I am famished." She then noticed Lily was also there. Pale faced and confused. Something must have happened to her.

But before Gwen could ask, Professor Slughorn cut through the Headmaster's speech.

"Pardon me sir." he said looking anxiously at the Gryffindor table. "But what is that snake doing next to Ms. Elwyn."

"Yes, Professor." Dumbledore said absentmindedly. "As I was saying-snake?"

"Snake!" everyone screamed as they jumped onto the benches and pulled their robes as far up as possible, without exposure. Gwen stared dumbfounded at the scene and then heard a familiar voice

Kill the girl.

The snake turned towards Gwen, hissing at her as it opened its mouth, ready to strike.

Not her! The mudblood, Lily Evans!

It was the evil wizard. How did he know who Lily was? How did he know she was muggle born? Why did he want her dead? Gwen watched as the snake turned and stared coldly at Lily, ready to strike. But Gwen grabbed a chicken bone, from Sirius' plate, and hurled it at the snake.

Thunk! Angry the snake turned to Gwendoline and prepared itself.

Stop. Leave us alone, hurt no one. Please.

Gwen pleaded with the snake, it looked confused and then became still. Slithering lowly on the ground, around her.

"She can talk to snakes?" Sirius quizzed and scratched his head.

"Yes." Severus said. "She is a parselmouth."

"Wait, what?" Gwen then turned to the long, slick, black snake. It had coiled at her feet and was staring intently at her. Can you understand me?

Yesss. It hissed as it nodded its head. My name is Gjarpër. I think we can be good friends, you seem different from the others.

"Snake Talking Gwenyth" someone called out and to Gwendoline's disappointment, all the Gryffindors (except for Lily, James, and Sirius) had run off.

"Gwen!" Bellatrix called out running to her. "I was wrong about you, wanna be friends?" she held out her hand and Gretchen shook it.

"Sure." Gwen watched as Bellatrix laughed, smiled smugly at a stunned Sirius, and walked away.

"What. Did. You. Just. Do." Sirius said, shock and annoyance written all over his face. "That is my crazy cousin, she is evil, don't you know that?

"Of course I do, but I can still decide for myself." she looked at Sirius' upset expression, "Fine. I can tell her nevermind!"

"What, you can't tell her that!" Sirius exclaimed. "Are you mad?!"

"Yes, I am." Gwen said hotly, as she glared at Sirius. "But at least I am not insane, Black!"

"Black?" Sirius was now angry as well, how dare she act like this? When she was the..."Freak. At least I am not some freak that can talk to snakes!" he spat and strutted off to join his friends.

Gwen angry, offended, and sad, ran off crying. Things were never the same with Gwen and Sirius. That year marked the end of their friendship. And the beginning of the summoning.

Gwen and Sirius had not spoken to each other, after their little argument. What was even more upsetting to her, was the fact that Sirius was now dating Lori Patterson. Gwen, of course, was jealous, and that changed her mood.

But whenever her friends would try to bring it up, sparks would issue from her wand and she would scream. "I am not jealous that Sirius is dating Lori!" And her friends would decide it was not worth the trouble.

Gwen's friendship with Gjarpër grew and she would even set him against Sirius and James sometimes, depending on who upset her the most. Eventually her friends, including Lily, decided to have an intervention.

They began asking her questions and trying to figure out why she had become so angry and if it had anything to do with her gift or Sirius.

"Gift." scoffed Gwen, bitterly, as she crushed a pillow close to herself. "Some gift, it isolates me." The group of friends were in the Gryffindor common room, sitting on sofas. They had managed to sneak out of their dorms late at night and had sprung a surprise intervention on Gretchen.

Of course Gjarpër was coiled, fast asleep, at his friend's' feet. The others eyed the snake for awhile and then Lily turned to Gwen.

"Whether or not you are isolated because of it, it is still a gift." she said succinctly and the others nodded in agreement.

"Okay, whatever you say." grumbled Gwen as she began to play with a loose string on the pillow. "I do not care anything about Sirius. looking at the doubful looks on her friends faces, she added, "He can get Kissed by a dementor for all I care." she shrugged and then went back to fiddling with the string.

"Okay." Lily said unsure of what else to say, she turned to the others. They did not have a clue as to what to say either and shrugged at her, to let her know. "Well, I guess we can go now. she sighed and they all got up, except for Gretchen, who was glowering at the embers that were slowly dying and formed a smouldering heap of messy ash.

"Well bye." she huffed, clinging to the pillow more tightly. "I will be thinking about what you said and studying, here."

The others walked away to their rooms.

Moments later, Gwen was sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep. The book she was reading had fallen on top of Gjarpër, but not crushing him. It was like a little tent over the sleeping snake.

Suddenly Gwen was woken up to Gjarpër hissing angrilly and frightenedly.

"What?" she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As soon as her eyes adjusted, she saw that the fireplace was lit. Then she saw sitting, watching patiently, in the sofa across from her, was the wizard with the glowing scarlet eyes. The same evil wizard that had been at the Elywn manor when she found her parents dead.

She got up and was about to run, but then, Imperio! The Imperius curse forced her to heed the dark wizard's orders. She sat back down on the sofa, straight up. Gjarpër hissed aggressively, mouth opened, fangs flashing in the gleaming light from the fire.

The doors are locked. Thanks to your little friends' plans for an intervention with you. He smiled mirthlessly as he walked over to Gwen, who tried to move away, but she couldn't, as she was slave to him. Gwen was horrified when she saw the face of the man, as if it wasn't bad enough some evil wizard wanted to kill her.

The man that stood in front of her was tall, but skeletally thin. His face was whiter than a skull's with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was as flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils. The red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness.

Don't be afraid, Gwenyth Elwyn. He said softly, his red eyes burning into her sea green ones. I will make it fast.

You won't, I will. And Gwen broke free from the curse, making a mad grab for her wand.

"Expelliarmus!" The dark wizard hissed and the wand went sailing into his hand. "Poor foolish, Gwenyth Elwyn. Didn't you know no one can escape death when I plan to execute it?"

"You are the fool." Gwen locked eyes with the wizard, his snake-like face twisted into a snarl. Then Gwen outstretched her fingers, causing the dark wizard to fall back. Suprise and anger written on his face. He advanced, but carefully now.

"Get back!" she shrieked at him. "Or I will blast you into oblivion."

"Just like all the others, a fighter." he sneered. "Prepare to die, fool! Avada Kedavra!"

But Gwen beat him to it, she used the same curse that he had. The spell struck the dark wizard dead center, in the heart. He staggered backwards, shock in his eyes, then he died.

Gwen moved to pick up her wand, which the wizard had dropped when struck with the Killing Curse, but as soon as she did so, she heard a voice behind her.

"You honestly didn't think you killed me, did you?" She whirled around, wand in hand, her right hand ready for a fight. She saw his eyes glowing with what looked like curiosity.

"You are different than the rest." He mused. Gwen straightened up, raised her wand, and would have stunned or killed (if you can call it that) the wizard, but Gwen was knocked down as something slithered around her ankle.

She struggled to break free of the vice that pinned her down. She could see the obsidian black eyes glinting in the firelight. It was Nagini. While Gwen and her master were fighting, the snake had slithered out of nowhere. Its dark slick coils were now ensnaring Gwen, as it opened its mouth, revealing row and rows of gleaming white fangs as she prepared to give Gwen a deathly strike.

But before the snake could kill her, Gjarpër wrapped his coils around the snake, pulling Nagini away from her. Nagini turned to hiss at him, but seemed to be stunned.

Gjarpër? The snake hissed in confusion.

Traitor. Was all the other snake said, before sinking his fangs into her neck, wrenching it open. He would have killed her, if It hadn't been for the dark wizard.

"Noooo!" seethed the wizard, as he pointed his wand at the snake that was about to kill Nagini, causing Gjarpër to release Nagini, and writhe in pain.

"Go away!" Gwen screamed and then with a flick of her wrist forced them to disapparate. The evil wizard seethed that this was "far from over," as he disappeared in a mist of smoky darkness.

And indeed, it wasn't over. After Gwen showed the evil wizard her powers, her abilities to use magic without a wand and speak in partletongue, he wanted her as a follower. He could just imagine the damage she could cause on either side of the war that was waging, and he needed to get her to join him before his enemies did.

Dumbledore also sensed this after Gwen told him what she had been through. Though he did care for her, he also needed to be smart just like their enemy, the darkest and most evilest wizard of all time. To do this, Dumbledore offered Gwen advice.

"I recommend you go to the library and ask Madam Irma Pince, if you can check out this book." And Dumbledore scribbled the title onto the paper.

Gwen studied the paper in disbelief and began reading the title aloud: "Secrets of the Dar-"

"Do not read the title aloud, please, Ms. Elwyn." Dumbledore cleared his throat and leaned in towards her, whispering, "It seems he has access to a spy on the grounds or maybe even through you."

Gwen nodded, throat dry. She apologized and then read the note silently:

"Madam Irma Pince,

I, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, give my consent for Ms. Gwenyth Elwyn to check out a book from the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library.

Please keep in mind it is imperative [that is to say important, that you give Ms. Elwyn the book she requests:

"The Secrets of the Darkest Art," by Owle Bullock.

Consent Signed By,

Albus Dumbledore"

"Thank you, Professor." Gwen walked away, heading for the library.

Madam Pince squinted with suspicion as she read the note from Dumbledore, for what must have been the fifth, time.

"This is obviously a forgery." she said, glaring down at Gwen. "Why on eartth would the Headmaster want you to have access to such a dangerous and dark book?"

"Well, Madam Pince," Gwen tried not to roll her eyes in annoyance. "As I said before, Professor Dumbledore wants me to be ready for when," Gwen leaned in closer to the librarian, so she alone can hear her. "he comes back."

"When who comes back!" shouted the librarian, too which Gwen winced and quickly turned about the place. She saw only a few students looking up, but then went back to their books and continued studying or reading.

"You-Know-Who." Gwen urged silently, but the librarian was stubborn and annoyed with this inconvenience.

"No, I don't know who actually." she said glaring at Gwen once more.

Gwen let out an exasperated sigh, "Voldemort!" she exclaimed loudly, throwing her hands in the air as the librarian reared back and looked like she had seen the fiend, they were discussing, appear when Gwen said the name.

"That's not even his real name!" Gwen shouted, not caring if anyone heard, as she had had enough of this running in circles with Madam Pince.

"What is it then?" challenged the librarian, who was equally upset with the whole ordeal.

"You know. I know. Dumbledore knows." Gwen said, rolling her eyes at the librarian. "Tom Riddle." The librarian's face went white and to avoid further discussion about the former Hogwarts student, rushed off to fetch the book for Gwen.

Gwe had decided to skip class, as she was doing so well and the Professors would not be so upset with her, and read this book in a nice, private place. She chose to go to the girl's bathroom.

The one that was haunted by a ghost girl, called Mosning Myrtle. She had died from some attack caused by a magical beast of sorts. She now haunted the girl's bathroom, where she died, and you can hear her moaning and crying over her death if you went there.

This was why this would be the perfect place to go to, no one ever visited this bathroom, if they could help it. The depressing ambience of the bathroom was only added to by the mourning ghost girl. Gwen was, unlike many others, amicable and friendly to Myrtle. So, she figured the ghost girl would not question her reading such a dark book.

As soon as Gwen entered the restroom, Myrtle rose from one of the toliets, she haunted. Gwen greeted the ghost girl, sat down by the group of sinks (in the center of the room) and took out the book.

"What are you doing with that dark book?" asked Myrtle as she floated over to Gwen, trying to read the title.

"Nothing, Myrtle." Gwen said as she attempted to hide the book from the ghost. "I just...Dumbledore told me I could find something here that might protect me from Voldemort."

"What a silly old man." laughed the ghost as she floated closer to Gwen, trying to take a peek at the book. "He should know better. Once that evil, dark wizard marks you, there is nothing you can do."

"Dumbledore thinks there is..." Gwen mumbled, regetting choosing the bathroom as a hideout, for her to read the book.

"Why, if it isn't Evil Snake Talking Gwenyth." a voice laughed out of the air. Gwen laughed as well, but in annoyance as she saw Peeves the Poltergeist manifest himself in front of her. She made a swing at him, with the book, but wished she hadn't when he had gotten a good look at the title.

He smiled mischievously and then started to scream and shout, "SNAKE TALKING GWENYTH ELWYN HAS A DARK BOOK!" And he laughed with excitement, when he heard the running footsteps of what must be a large crowd of people.

Moaning Myrtle pouted, crossed her arms, and whined, "Why can I never get any rest!" and she flew into the toilet splashing dirty water all over the hem of Gwen's robe.

The running footsteps grew louder and soon they rushed in. A large group of students, first years, second years, fourth years, and fifth years. Next came the Gryffindor prefect and the headgirl. After them came Filch, with his cat, Mrs. Norris. Still more students rushed in.

"Peeves wasn't lying, for the first time ever!" shouted a third year Hufflepuff, who pointed accusingly at Gwendoline , as she tried to stuff the book back into her bag.

"Snake Talking Gwen does have an evil book!" shouted a fifth year Ravenclaw.

"Give it here!" shouted a brave first year as he made a lunge for the book. Gwen however managed to keep the book away from him.

"Accio Book!" shouted a prefect, and too Gwen's dismay, the book soared into his hands. "Secrets of the Darkest-Wow, Gwen. This is one of the darkest books ever."

"We must confiscate it and take her to Professor McGonagall at once!" declared the head girl as she made a grab for Gwen. Several other students rounded on her and one even disarmed her, of her wand.

"I recommend you stay away." Gwen said, as she wanted to avoid what had happened when she was face to face with Voldemort. But, unfortunately, the others thought she was threatening them and they took out their wands.

"No!" Gwen said, but it was too late, one of the fourth years cast a spell to stun her, but Gwen deflected it, with a flip of her hand.

The students looked shocked, confused, scared. But it was too late. The part of Gwen that had used magic without a wand resurfaced, and she began to send off a series of spells, many hitting their targets. Students were sprawled and falling to the grounds, others, including Filch, were running away.

Rumors rose after that. More than before. Students whispered to one another about the incident. Many claimed Gwen had cast the Cruciatus Curse on a few students. Still others said she had tried to kill them. Nome of these rumors were true as Gwen never ever cast any of those spells, except against Voldemort. She had used the stunning spells mainly, and a few disarming spells.

Her friends tried to assure her that what had happened did not mean she was evil as the others had said. She didn't know what to believe. Gwen disheartened by the whole thing, isolated herself. She spent most of her time in the Room of Requirement, the same room she had found her first night at Hogwarts.

Thankfully Dumbledore had managed to fix the situation, by wiping the memories, of the students who had saw her in the girl's bathroom (which Gwen was unaware of), and had returned the book back to her. He then gave more suggestions for other books to check out and other spells to learn, which would increase her chances of protection from the evil wizard.

Gwen was in the Room, reading the books she had been recommended. She looked at the complicated spells and then practiced them on a few dummies, she cast a stunning spell, which perfectly struck the dummy, dead center. The force caused the dummy to fall back. Next she tried an exploding charm, this one exploded and tore apart the dummy, sending little bits of it flying everywhere.

Gwen soon came across a book that showed how one can create spells. She tested it out, but could not figure out the right way, to properly execute the spell. She decided to go with a simple cloaking spell, one that could conceal minor imperfections, like scratches and small birthmarks.

It worked! She was able to conceal the scratch marks she had had after she had fought Voldemort and got knocked down by his giant snake, Nagini. They vanished, the scars seemingly gone, but truly they were concealed.

Excellent work, Gwenyth. His voice whispered.