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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:49 pm
With our extremely awesome role-playing, we have extremely awesome characters. And our characters need some backstory. If you feel like posting a little more about your character for easy viewing, then-sure! biggrin
Background Stories
Page One: Ali Karetov, Alice Prince, Zara Levina, Cinders Tweedy, Chrysalis Black, Jackie Johana, Rose Black, Jazz Riddle, Tristan Polenda, Meridith Lombardy, ...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 10:56 pm
The Real Story
of
Ali Karetov 
Oct. 30, 2000 11:58 pm
It was All Hallows Eve. I was 5 years old and celebrating Samhain with my parents. We were counting down 'til it was All Hallows. We were have a great time until 12:00 am.
Oct. 31, 2000 12:00 am
My uncle came to my house. The door burst into flames and he came in. I couldn't see his face, but my parents and I knew him. They stood in front of me for protection. I felt confused and I remembered what I asked myself, "What's going on and why does my uncle look like he wants to kill us?" Before I knew it I was attacked by a really bright light believing to be the patronas charm while I heard the screams of my mom, dad and my uncle. Then the light started to dim out.
Oct. 31, 2000 3:46 am
I wasn't aware of what happened during the past few hours. I couldn't open my eye and I felt numb. I couldn't move. All I could do was hear the sounds of crackling and falling objects. Then I heard the wind and footsteps. I felt fear, I wasn't able to speak or breath. After awhile I felt like I was being stared at. Then I began to feel some type of power sorce flowing through my body as if something or someone was trying to help me. I regained all feeling and breathing. I was still weak, but I was able to open my eyes and at least sit up. What I saw wasn't pretty. Everything was burning, ashes went flying, and the sky was in smoke. 5 ft away were three skeletons. I was horrifide, then I felt pain on both arms and legs. I had bruzes, cuts, scratches, and scabs. On the ground I was laying on was covered in blood and I wondered, "How did I survive this?" Then I heard someone talking to me. It said, "I can see your still alive now." it continued, "I still can't believe you survive all of this damage." I turned around and no ones there. "Who's there?" I said. "Look to your left at a tree branch." With curiosity I did it and I couldn't believe it. It was a wolf on a tree branch! Amazed at the sight I tried to stand on my feet. "Don't stand up!" he demanded "Your too weak at this time. Let me come to you instead." He leaped off the branch and landed next to me then sat down. He went on, "Sorry if I was rude earlier, Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Nekroo. And who might you be?" "M-my name is Ali, Ali Karetov." I was even more confused now knowing that a wild animal was talking to me. Nekroo chuckled, "I see your a little scepticle about this. It's pleasant to meet you." "Pleasant to meet you, too, but how can you talk?" I puzzled. Nekroo answered, "Well, I can't. You can only understand me because I transfured some of my powers to you." Even more clueless than I needed to be Nekroo went on while laying down, "Come, climb on my back. I'll carry you." I was now sespesios, why did he want to help me? We just met! Nekroo looked back at me, "It's alright you can trust me." Taking caution I did so and Nekroo stood and started to walk.
Nekroo's Description :
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=2&t=16702075#199787760
Oct. 31, 2000 5:32 am
I was asleep. Nekroo kept walking 'til we arrived at a forest. "Ali, wake up!" he whispered. I woke up and I knew we were some place different. I could smell pine, we were in the woods. Nekroo set me down gentily and started to make a bed. "Nekroo, what is this place?" I asked. "We are in the forbidden forest. We'll be sleeping here for now. Every now and then we will relocate to keep off the preditors that are around us." said Nekroo. For the bedding he used old pine niddles and leaves from the trees and bushes. So we slept. I was begining to trust him finally and the forbidden forest become my home.
Years have past by. Nekroo trained with me so I could use to my new ability and tought me everything I needed to know such as the magical creatures that lived in the forbidden forest and others. He even gifted me with a broom called Dirus's Moon, a 10 inch wand called Articos's Claw (Although I usually never use a wand, but it can be of some use) and a necklace known as Lycaon's Pelt(I got it after Nekroo saved me from the day of the fire. Nekroo said it was suppose to protect me from Rachik, but lost it on the date 6-6-06. How unfortunate.). Since 5 to 7 we played games and called that training. 8 to 13 we trained hard and I got stronger and smarter everyday. Sometime around we'd go back to the muggle world to eat and buy clothes. For money, I'd resicle cans and bottles and work part time at local super markets.
Jun 6, 2006 6:06 pm (AKA 6-6-06)
It was the night to never forget. I felt fatigue so I slept a little early. The moon was turning red and Nekroo began to feel something was wrong with me. I was having a nightmare about becoming a monster and terrorrizing a small village outside the wizarding world. It was so horrific I couldn't bare to watch any longer. When I woke up I wasn't in the forbidden forest anymore. Instead I was in the same village I invisioned my dreams. Bodies, guts, and blood were everywhere and I reaked of all of it. I was now knowing vunerable to sleep. Nekroo wasn't able to help as well knowing that I was able to kill the invinsible shadow wolf. The more I looked at the blood covered village the more I thought, "What have I done!?!" It is still haunting me and Nekroo to this very day and I vowed to never sleep again because of the fear of becoming the monster again.
Thing I should avoid...
(Depending if I have the necklace on or not)
1) Sleep
(Even getting knocked out for a long period is dangerous)
2) Human Blood
(Either the smell or touch of the blood will do. If its half human blood it won't work.)
3) Depleting of Energy
(tired of a fight)
And who knows what other triggers can unlock the beast within.
Name: Rachik
Demonic Description:
Light brown fur, blood-red eyes, long sliver-colored fangs, taste for blood, foamy mouth, claws the size of hawk talons, so skinny you can see the rib cage, longer legs than usual, and a long rough-ended black tail. He is also a little stronger than Nekroo.
Normal Description:
Light brown fur, yellow eyes, shorter than Nekroo, still as stong as his demonic side.
How many times Rachik took over
4 times total
May 12, 2008 4:05 pm
Nekroo and I were relaxing at a field. I was watching the clouds and Nekroo was laying down seemingly sleeping. I finally ask, "Nekroo, who were my parents?" Nekroo's eyes shot open and stressed out. I felt he was very tense. So he said, "Sorry, I-I don't know anything." We arrgued the rest of the time. He was there at the time, how else would I have survived that fire or when I lost so much blood. There was no possible chance he couldn't know. After a while we finally stoped barking at each other and appalagized. We never spoked about it ever again. I remember them now, but I still have yet to know their names.
Aug 30, 2009 10:01 pm
Hogwarts found me. Before they could accept me I filled out an application. I was happy and still am even though I hit a few bumps along the way. I made friends and through out the time I've been in Hogwarts it's been an adventure of a life time. I love every waking moment I send with them. And I am able to sleep again because I have the necklace again and I got my memories back finally.
Nov 11, 2009 7:40 pm
Ali and Nekroo feel more attached to Lulu than before. Ali has become the dog of Hogwarts as she tries to protect Lulu.
Other details
Theme Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QGPoaYCpRQ
Wolf Form Description:
Looks like Nekroo.
I also know a wolf spirit who protects the Forbidden Forest named Kabu-kin. Me and Nekroo can't see him, but we can summon him to meet him. Kabu-kin is only visible to others if he chooses to be seen. Ali also has 4 elemental guardians. Rijiki the fire wolf, Guba the earth wolf, Sery the water wolf, and Hunami the wind wolf. Kabu-kin is the leader of those wolves. They prophecide Ali's death would come soon.
Thank you for reading.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:24 am
It was snowing hard outside a small and homely cottage. Alice held with both hands to the doorknob in her bedroom. It rattled and shook with fury, but Alice held tight. She had never been more frightened than she was now. Tears streaked her face, and she choked on her own sobs. She prayed to whatever was out there that she could escape this place, and get away from this man that had burst into her home and killed her parents. Everything was falling apart on that almost lovely Christmas morning in Moscow.
The doorknob was shaking now worse than ever and now there was pounding on the door. Alice knew that the door was not sturdy and would snap under slight weight. She was going to be killed and there was nothing to do about it. She pressed her small body against the door and prayed for answers, for help, and if nothing else, then for yesterday and for her parents.
Out of time, Alice cried out her last plea for help, and the only one she could think of. "Mommy!" she screamed as the door splintered near the hinges. Alice braced herself for pain and shock, but she heard a voice from downstairs. She didn't know what it was saying, but it had stopped the murderer from pounding on the door. Everything stopped- the murderer, the voice, and Alice's heartbeat. She was frozen against the door, not knowing what to make of this.
After what seemed to be forever in silence, footsteps could be heard. Someone was coming up the stairs and the murderer raced down. Alice was puzzled, but she was grateful if nothing else. The murderer was gone and someone had saved her life. Who was this sudden guest? This man with God's perfect timing? Could it possibly be her wounded father coming to tell her everything was alright? She could not tell, but this person was coming closer to her. She felt the doorknob rattle lightly under her white knuckles. She released her grip and backed away from the door. The heavenly stranger then entered her small room and faced the crying little girl before him.
He was a slender man, though his nose was rather large. His hair was a caramel blond color and it was rather messy. He wore a pair of jeans and a baggy black sweatshirt. His face was kind and sympathetic. This man was certainly not her father, but he seemed to know that Alice was in trouble. He kneeled down in front of Alice and pulled a large red hankerchief out of his pocket. Alice shook with pain and sorrow. He wiped her tears from her cheeks carefully and smiled. Alice trusted him. Everything about him. Naive as she was, she had judged this man perfectly. "Are you alright?" he asked her in soft voice.
Alice shook her head vigorously. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice quivering. He placed his hankerchief in her small pale hands. "My name is Angel," he responded. Alice knew that this name was perfect for the stranger. "Where is the other man?" she asked, suddenly become nauseous with fear. Angel's face softened. "He is gone. It does not matter anymore. Don't think about him." Alice nodded and ran her fingers through her long brown hair. She didn't want Angel to leave her alone. She needed his comfort. "What about my parents?" Alice asked. Angel thought for a moment, and finally said, "They're happy." Alice smiled weakly. Angel embraced her and lifted her off the ground into his arms. Alice began to sob again into his shoulder. Angel rubbed her back. They had connected to one another for good in that small moment on Christmas morning.
Years Passed...
Alice raced through the train station with her cart. Angel ran close behind her, panting hard. They both stopped in between platforms 9 and 10, just staring at the wall. Angel placed his hand on her shoulder. "You're absolutley sure about this magic stuff? It wasn't a scam or anything?" he asked sceptically. Alice rolled her eyes. "But you saw me use my wand! Miranda's mom even showed me Diagon Alley! You saw all of it, Dad!" Alice cried out, feeling a little sceptical herself. "Well if you're sure...Oh! I almost forgot! I got you something very special." Angel grinned, his pale blue eyes sparkling. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small blue and yellow toad and placed it into Alice's pale hands. Alice beamed with joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried out, flinging her arms around Angel's neck. "You're welcome." he chuckled. He checked his wrist watch behind Alice's back. "Oh my! You have to go now if you want to catch it!" Angel exclaimed pushing Alice towards the wall. Alice laughed. "Have a good semester and DON'T CAUSE ANY TROUBLE." Angel said, sounding like a real father. Alice nodded and ran head first into the brick wall, eyes closed.
She opened her eyes on the other side and looked around. There were all sorts of people there, just like her. She looked around, awestruck. "Oy, Alice!" a voice called out. Alice turned to see Miranda waving at her. She beamed and ran with her cart over to her friend. Miranda was a third year, and she knew everything about Hogwarts. She spread her arms wide. "Ta-da!" she said. Alice laughed and looked around once more. She didn't feel so alone.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:48 am
Zara Levina Zara looked around to see no one was following. Slowly, she lifted her hand as if to grab the stick in front of her, but she didn't. Hanging back by and mere inch, she started to raise her hand, causing the twig to shiver and rise. Laughing, she curled her outstretched fingers into a fist, crushing the stick with her hand. I wonder... She thought. Could I possibly have been given a gift from Hecate?No one from Greece believed in the Gods anymore, but Zara did with a passion - she always had. "Zara?" The girls sister, Ellen, called out. "Everyone's waiting for you! Come on!" Dropping consentration - and the stick - Zara ran off, as if nothing had happened. Sitting in the back of a car with your older sister, younger brother and two cousins, neither that old, annoyed the violet eyed girl. Sighing, Zara turned the volume of her iPod up to full and hummed along to the song (Your Room Is An Empty Heart by Death Cab fo Cutie). "PLEASE SHUT UP VIOLET!" Her mother used Zara's nickname as she turned her attention from the road. "I HAVE TOLD YOU..." There was a bump and a scream. Zara's vision went white, then black, and finally red. When she woke up, Zara was lying in a strange bed with white sheets up to her neck. Her body was stiff, but she managed to sit up to survey the damage. "Carefull dear," The nurse said. "You have a fractured rib. It might puncture your lung." Zara took a breath and opened her mouth to say no, but clamped it shut in pain. "My...Family?" She managed to spit out. "The one year old has only minnor injuries. The five year old only has a broken wrist and whip lash. Your mother has whip lash and a broken leg. Your brother has only minnor injuries." "What about... Ellen..." The nurse paled. "I'm sorry dear, but she's in intensive care." Zara wanted to cry, but she could not. Ellen was the only person who knew about her 'powers'. She just couldn't see her die. "How, then, shall I sing of you who in all ways are a worthy theme of song? For everywhere, O Phoebus, the whole range of song is fallen to you, both over the mainland that rears heifers and over the isles. All mountain-peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep and beaches sloping seawards and havens of the sea are your delight. Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle, in sea- girt Delos -- while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards driven by shrill winds - whence arising you rule over all mortal men?" She whispered, singing a hymn to Apollo for her sisters health. It had been a week. Zara sat at Ellen's bedside, holding her sisters hand. "Zara..." She whispered. "I don't want to stay..." "No Ell." Zara murmured. "You won't die. I won't let you." "I...must..." Her sister muttered, her eyes closing. At that very moment Zara considered giving up on the gods. She had prayed, and still her sister had died. But, as her sister took her finall breath, an image appeared in Zara's head. A man wearing golden robes took Ellen's hand and lead her away towards anouther man wearing winged sandals. As Hermes took Ellen to the Underworld, Apollo stepped up to Zara. "Not all can be saved young one." He spoke comfortingly to the crying girl. "Your sister has gained right to Elysium. She is unspoilt - and you are the reason for that." Zara nodded. A few years ago Ellen had been tempted by a few of her friends to smoke. She had brought the cigerette home, but Zara stopped her, binning the hated stick and hitting her sister. "Well done." The God smiled as the vision faded. Zara woke up to find her mothers arms around her and tears rolling down her cheeks. In a large garden Zara sat beside a fire pit. Flames licked up at the sky. "Sas efharistó Lord Apollo." She muttered in Greek, dropping some food into the fire. An offering and a thank you. "Sas efharistó."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:35 pm
Cinders':
September 9th, 1996.
I was born two days ago, passing through the ancient passage of birth- terrified, crying my eyes out, apparently it was normal as nobody took any notice, either that or my voice wasn't developed yet.
I think I shocked my sister a bit yesterday, when I started a conversation with her, it was a bit of a shock for me too, suddenly all the thoughts that were bottled inside my mind formed a words, I don't really know how to explain how I was thinking before I learned speech and words took place in my mind, it's hard to explain, and equally hard to remember.
My sister, Annabel suggested I was the only child to learn magic, but I asked her to keep quiet- I can't be a witch, my siblings are both squibs and my parents snapped their wands and gave up the art when they married, I must just be smart, that's all.
October 15th, 2000
I'm now four years old, four years and thirty-eight days to be precise, Annabel keeps bringing up the idea of a witch in the family to my parents, ever since I came to accept the possibility last year to her.
The only problem with it was that once when I heard the topic come up, an answer that now floats in my mind consistantly was said,
"Mammy, have you ever thought one of us could be magic ? But haven't shown it yet . . ?"
"Magic ? Well I certainly hope not, we have a perfect family, pureblood but free of annoyance."
Annoyance. That was what I would be if I kept my abillities. An annoyance.
December 26th, 2003
My seventh Christmas was yesterday, I had gone through three months of no magic- and, at the age of seven, I thought this an impressive feat, maybe I had grown up, stopped imagining impossible things- embraced my normality, my squib-ness.
And then I showed emotion.
Strong bouts of paticulaly powerful emotion- like happiness, shock, sadness- they were dangerous to me, always sparking an occurance of oddness, wether a power-out or a glass to break, luckily I was always alone when they happened.
I guess this was to be expected, I couldn't keep magic a secret, it was ridiculous to think I could.
So when my brother joked about me, just a joke, but I got annoyed, and pulled a glare, and the light dangling over my brother's head fell, somehow it was only the lampshade that fell, landing on brother's head, giving him a rather dashing hat.
But the secret was out, my parents tried to put it as a coincidence, an anomaly, the rule was unspoken, no magic.
But when I was eavesdropping on my parent's room, I heard hysteric tears being fallen and gasps of air from hyperventilation.
May 20th, 2003
My parents have been ignoring me for five month now, they were caring for me, buying my favourite cereal, making my bed when I went to school, like a normal parent, except that they hadn't spoken a word to me since Christmas.
I didn't say anything about it, what could I say ? Sorry ? It wasn't my fault I had inherited the abillity they had possessed. It's not me to blame. Is it ?
July 18th, 2008
I got my Hogwarts letter today, I don't know how I feel about that, relieved maybe, but upset at the same time- maybe if I hadn't been accepted my parents would have forgiven me, not that I can see that happening, but the thought of it had been a comfort.
But no time to worry but that now, I can go to Hogwarts, meet other witches, other wizards.
Friends.
Not as good as a family- but as close as I can get.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 4:30 pm
I had that dream again... i think it's more than a dream... more of a memory...
I was lying on the ground, mama crouching over me... she was insanely beautiful, with her golden tresses hanging over me. i wanted to grab them. some infantile urge. i reached up a chubby hand, and i grasped it...
The dream flashes over to papa. he leans over my crib, a worried expression blanketing his face. He says something, but my mind can't hear it... i start to cry, sensing something wrong...
Suddenly my vision blurred... there was a flash of light, and i was alone... i was crying... an unfamiliar grip held me, bringing me to warmth.
I was lying in a new crib, a new face looking down. who were these strangers? Where was mama? I was getting hungry. she had always anticipated my needs before... why was mama not here? Where was papa? i started screaming and crying... why was everything so wrong?
after that, i went through a million different houses. i was in and out of foster care. Unexplainable things started happening, like the silencing of bullies, ending up somewhere safer than where i had been a step ago, things of that sort...
I swore to whoever would hear me i would find the reason, maybe even avenge the deaths of my parents... When i found out about Hogwarts, that goal became more possible... I learn to gain the strength to avenge the deaths of my mama and papa...
September 11th, 2009
I had another flashback today... this time it was caused by an upsetting situation on the school grounds and the mention of a name, Harry Potter...
I was back in the crib, staring up at My mama...
I reached for that strand of her golden locks that seemed to fall over my face all the time...
She said something, this time I half understood.
"We're lucky to be... Harry potter saved us... Lock the door, Nathaniel! They're coming in! Get Chrysalis out of here!"
I was then offered the chance of a lifetime, the chance to become an Animagus... i took the chance...
September 14th, 2009
I found out from the lips of the woman herself that i still have family, an Aunt by th name of Loony Lovegood... shortly after, i had a short flashback...
Mommy Took me around the room. we were playing! it was so fun! mommy always knew how to make me smile...
"Chrysalis, my strong little boy," She used to tell me. every day, she did this, perhaps in an effort to make it a reality...
We flew around the room, looking at everything; Wedding pictures, the Invitations... I can still see them in my mind...
You are invited to the wedding of Maria Riddle and Nathaniel Black. Honored guests will arrive at 4:00pm on August 7th, 1995.
Mama always cried when she saw the pictures of Daddy and her at the altar...
I awoke crying at the feet of my newly found Auntie...
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 11:04 pm
The room is dark
"Okay, you want the truth?"
"Yes"
"You know you hate it"
"I know"
"Well, if your sure?"
"Positive"
"It all started about 40 some years ago. My grandmother, she was almost in love with Tom Riddle. Of course, he fancied her to. The only thing was, she was a Gryffindor. And how could the great Tom Riddle, Voldemort, fall in love with a Gryffindor."
"But they where friends"
"Yes, like you and me."
"Keep going"
"So they stayed friends. After school, Voldemort became the fully evil self. But my grandma was still in his heart. So, he went looking for her. And he found her. In her little village, he waited, bidding his time to strike. And he did. He struck hard, using all his power and was ready to blow up the village when she found him. She pleaded, cried, and begged, trying to stop him. And he stopped. But only after she signed a contract. A contract saying, the demon child born from her roots would be his. She was made to drink a potion, so the child would be born. And that was that.
"She swore never to have a child. But hey, even the best of us loose ourselves to love. She had a daughter. My mother. Years later, before she died, she gave my mother her memory of that fateful day."
"And then she died"
"Yes, she died"
"Did she kill herself"
"Yes"
"Go on"
"Well, my mother gave the memory to Dumbledor, before they both died. She said she had never looked at it, but it was for her daughters beniefet. Then, she went after Voldemort. And he killed her too. Dumbledor died soon after. And I was born."
"And then?"
"And then, I was cursed. From the moment I was born, I was a demon child. Half Soul Eater. I didn't know of course. But I lost myself one day. I killed my father. I ate him. That was when I knew, I was different. That no one else had cravings like me. I should have gone to his house. Oliver Wood, but I was to scared, and I knew, he was to busy. I lived alone. Just me, then"
"Then you met me"
"Then I met you"
"Tell the rest"
"I met my dear friend, Holly, and we lived together. She helped me through the cravings, and even with opening my own shop. She cares for it in the school year. The only muggle to live in Diagon Alley"
"Don't call me a muggle"
"Okay"
"Now, the rest"
"Not much more, I got a Nimbus 2000, just before I went to Hogwarts, and my beautiful shapeshifter. bunny/bird/cat/dog/raccoon. Fabio. And now, that's where I live. No mother, no father, a cousin who can't help, mostly cause I want him to keep playing Quiditch. And a Dark Lord Master, who's been turned to oblivion"
"The End?"
"Not yet"
"Thanks for telling again"
"Do you still hate it?"
"Not as much as before"
"Good"
There's a calmed silence as two friends sit in the dark room
"Jackie?"
"Yeah?"
"Life's good isn't it"
"You have no idea"
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:04 pm
I sat alone on the train to Hogwarts, staring out the window. I couldn't help wondering what had led up to this. A letter adressed to me from some place I've never heard of, calling me a witch. I couldn't help thinking it was all a strange dream, which I would wake up from any second. I tried to remember what had happened before I was adopted. It was all such a blur. All I could remember was a cold, dark room with somebody yelling "Run, children, run!!!!" and me wiping my own memory. Way to go, Rose I thought, What was I thinking? What happened that night? I shook my head to swat away the memories. They kept coming back, and with each time a new thought. Why did the voice sound so frightened?What provoked me to wipe my own memory?Who did that voice belong to? Each time I shook the memories away, annoyed. Rose's Story "Run, children, run!!!!" Came a cry from the darkness.
"D-Daddy?"Rose said. It was getting colder and darker by the second, and she could feel something creeping closer and closer. "Mommy, Daddy, help me!!!!" When she heard neither of their responces, she did what her father had instructed, and ran, looking for light, warmth. Running from the unseen danger, which only made it more frightening. She kept on running, arms in front of her, until she made it to the door. As soon as she was outside, she morphed, she ran for miles, eating roadkill to survive. She had attacked two humans by mistake, but she didn't relize that until it was too late. She lived like that for three years,(She is at this point 9 yrs. old) killing at least 5 humans. She morphed back when she found a town far away from her old home, and she wiped her own memory. She found a house and knocked on the door...
The people who lived there were kind and giving, and she lived with them until she got the letter from Hogwarts, because they thought it was a joke. The night before the train left, she went to Diagon Alley, picked up her stuff, and went to the station.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 7:12 pm
I remember late at night, the story I heard before all this.
"You are not alone," Aunt Lu used to say, "You have cousins. Somewhere." Then she'd go all distant.
When I was going to aske her where they were, father came in.
"Come, Jazzis." I used to cringe at that name. My real name.
"Yes, father."
On the way home, he said, "I do not want you around your Aunt Loony anymore," He handed me a book, "This is your Journal, write in it. It will be useful one day."
Then the dreams began.
(For after this, READ MY JOURNAL!!!)
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 10:14 pm
-4 months
-From the Journal of....???-
We went to the masters today. He told me I would have a daughter. A daughter with more power than anyone would ever have. But finding those powers and learning the uses, she would have to do that for herself. He told us, 3 of these powers he knew for sure. One she would be able to contact mice and rodents. Two she would be able to draw out premonitions. The Third one, he did not tell us, but when he read the bones, his face paled and he asked us to leave. I wonder what the problem may be...
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5 years since Birth
-From the Journal of Miss Orana-
Tristan came back today. The foster parents said she was too much. Too rebellious. It makes me sad every time she comes back. It's as though she can't find a way in the world.
9 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Tristan Polenda-
I made a friend today! I was out back in the garden. People had made fun of me in school again, so I was crying. But then, a heard someone say, "don't cry, please don't cry" and I looked up and I say a mouse! So, I asked him what his name was, and he told me "Tamor" Well, I think it's an odd name for a mouse, but I don't know any other names for them.
9 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Miss Orana-
Tristan came back today. This time the foster parents told me she had been drawing odd pictures in her room. Which I thought was normal, but I guess they had a bad feeling. When I went to her and Mary's room, I say a big surprise! She had a mouse! She seemed to be talking to it. Mary was staring and when it squeaked Tristan cocked her head as though listening, and then whispered to Mary, and she laughed....Something is wrong
9 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Mary-
Miss Orana gave bad news today. She said Tristan had to go! I didn't want her to leave so soon, but Tristan is always back. So I asked her where Tristan was going, and when she may come back. Miss Orana told us that she wouldn't be able to come back. I cried...I can't let go of my dearest friend! What will I do with out her!
10 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Tristan Polenda-
I was can't believe what's happening to me! I suddenly live in this new world! There's magic everywhere and I just can't get enough! I also made another friend, but this time, it's not a rat! It's a phoenix!! He's so amazing! He saved my life... I have another friend to, It's an owl. I caught her today trying to eat Tamor...serves him right though. He was saying mean things about my new friend, Jackie Johana. She's really nice, we met while I was out shopping. She has some pets to, and there really cute. I think Tamor was just mad that her shapeshifter, Fabio, scared him.
12 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Madam Marquatees-
Poor Tristan. I had to expelled the poor girl today. She's caused to much trouble. From her letter we received earlier this term, this is her 2nd school to get expelled from....
13 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Jackie Johana-
I don't belive what I did!! I could kill myself!! I hurt Tristan....poor Tris. I don't know what happened...one minute I was in the forest, hunting, like usual, when suddenly, I was standing over something. I don't even know what it was it was so covered in blood, and then...Tristan appeared out of no where, and I guess I was going in for the killing stroke, and she yelled "Jackie no!" and then...I couldn't stop...The last I saw of her, she was getting loaded onto a stretcher for St.Mongo's with her arms all bandaged. The Head told me she would be going to an American school next...I truly hope she forgives me...
13 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Lisa Brown-
Tristan, the new girl, woke me up today. She was screaming, and it scared me. I woke her up and asked her what was wrong, but she just shook her head and said "Memory" I think it has something to do with her scars on her arms...
14 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Tristan Polenda-
I'm going to a place in Russia. That's all they said. But I know why. It's because I was scaring the other kids...I didn't asked them to look at my sketch book!! It's not my fault...I had another dream about Jackie again. I remembered the drawing I did of her, and then, I'm running through the forest, but, just before I get to her, I trip. And then, she picks up a stone, and slices open her right forearm like 3 inches and licks the blood and then says "He will rise again" and then I always wake up....I'm getting really scared now
14 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of Professor Andrea Pellins-
I was informed today that we were going to get an exchange student from Russia. Her name is Tristan Polenda, and she's going to be in my house! I'm to pick her up tomarrow. Funny thing, when her name was mentioned, some of the older teachers looked odd....
14 Years since Birth
-From the mind Journal of Tamor-
I don't trust her. That Jackie girl. When we where told we where to go back to Hogwarts, I was shocked. There's something wrong with that girl, but the rats say she's still there...
14 Years since Birth
-From the Journal of the Master-
Doom is soon to be upon us. The two who are destined to change the world are almost 15. One of them still has a chance...Dear Tristan Polenda, if you hear me, you must stop Johana, stop her before something terrible happens!!
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:31 am
My story isn't as catastrophic as many of yours. I grew up on Rue de la Loi in Brussels, Belgium. It was a quaint little neighborhood. Most of us living there had some sort or connection to the Ministry there. I was born on April the 11th in 1984. My mother was the head of the muggle studies at the Ministry while my father had a high position on the council. We were a simple family, not too powerful. But it was enough to get us were we wanted. My grandfather who stayed with us gave us most of it. He was one of the most influential people in the Troll Rebellions. Another reason was for our Slytherin roots. When I was born however, my family changed greatly.
When I was born there was great celebration. My mother had been deemed infertile many years before and my parents worried that they wouldn't bring an heir into the world. But it was only the help of my grandfather (and his stash of potions that I still do not touch to this day) that helped my parents succeed with a child. But from that day on I was nearly spoiled rotten. But one thing truly helped me become very humble. One was my anamagious abilities, and the other was my cat.
I had already been using my powers to get what I wanted when my grandfather stepped in. He told me that I should try and use my powers to help others, just like he had done with the rebellions. Soon, I started volunteering at shelters and hospitals for the magically ill. And that is when I met Bigglesworth.
I was about 7 when I received him as a kitten. I was working with an elderly patient at St. Mungo's when she told me about her elderly cat having kittens and if she passed on, she would like me to care for them. Sadly, she did. So I took in the kittens, and I cared for them. I gave most of them away to new students in my neighborhood that were going off to Hogwarts those following years. I gave them all away, even the mother! The only one that no one would take was the runt of the litter. I knew how he felt, being picked on for being tiny. So I kept him.
He stayed with through my schooling. I was grateful for that in my 7th year. I was fooling around with a group of friends while Bigglesworth watched. That is until a group of Cornish pixies were startled by us. I was on the group catching my breathe when the came. My "friends" decided to run away and leave me alone to fight them. But Bigglesworth stepped in and started to attack them as well. He bought me enough time to pull out my wand and cast a quick Petrificus Totalus charm to stop them. We both only got minor scratches while my classmates got detention for abandoning a fellow student in times of trouble.
After I graduated, I had the chance to claim the chunk of inheritance that my parents annually funded to keep me afloat after graduating until I secured my own position somewhere. I decided to become a teacher here and Bigglesworth stayed by my side the entire time. And then we are here, a teacher now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:33 am
Loony couldn't find her family. She searched the entire platform, looking for them. She had plans. They would have a wonderful Christmas, because it was her first year at Hogwarts, and she would show them the snake she had found. It was a little one, named Basil, but it would grow, eventually.
No problem, they were probably just busy, and Nathaniel could take her home, he could use magic now.
"C'mon Nate! I wanna go home!"
"Alright Kiddo. Let's move out." He grabbed her arm and apparated into their house.
But it wasn't their house. Not anymore.
Ashes rained down on them, and soot filled their lungs. The house had burned to the ground.
Loony tore through the wreckage, looking for her parents. She found them, burned to bone. She began to cry.
Nathaniel just stood, watching his sister.
A two small boys ran up next to Loony, only her age.
"LuLu! What happened?"
"Seriously. Me and Nick just got back for Christmas, and you were gone, and we came here....."
"They're gone Sam. My parents, they're dead."
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Loony sat in the headmaster's office, her best friends and brother flanking her sides.
"Nathaniel," The old man looked at the tall boy expectantly, "Do you have a house ready for you and your sister?"
"Yes sir. I have an apartment in a nearby city. It's a walk away from the station."
"Then you may go Nathaniel. Miss Riddle seems to be waiting for you."
Nathaniel walked out the door and put his arm around the crying girl's shoulder, "It's gonna be okay Maria." They left.
"Boys, do you have something to say?"
Me and Nick were wondering if we could stay with LuLu."
"Our parents already agreed, we just need you to say so."
The headmaster looked at the two boys. One, the Samuel boy, gazed at Loony with brotherly affection. The other, Nicholas, wached her with something more than brotherly affection. "Yes you may."
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"Nathaniel......Black. Well, it works."
"It's okay?"
"Well, sure! I mean, the Lovegood tree has other decendants still named Lovegood, other than you and me, right? And the chances of me ever marrying are minimal, so I'm gonna be a Lovegood for a while. And it'll keep all of us safe."
"Thanks LuLu."
"Speaking of marriage, how's Maria?"
"The marriage is in a few months. Are you, Sam, and Nick gonna make it?"
"Sure we are. Wouldn't miss it for the world."
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Loony, Nicholas, and Samuel were graduating. All sat, waiting for the headmaster to dismiss them.
"Everyone have a good summer, and farewell seventh years. We shall miss you all."
The trio celebrated as they sat in the compartment.
"Well, it's been an interesting few years, hasn't it?"
"You bet! Are you guys gonna make it to the wedding? It's in a few days."
"Absolutely."
"No doubt."
"Cool. Well, I'm gonna go search for the food cart. I was too nervous to eat much."
"You ate more than any of us!"
"Well.....I'm still hungry." She laughed and vanished out the door.
"She is something, isn't she?" Nicholas watched her dissapear before he turned back to his friend.
"Dude, when are you going to ask her? You've been dating since, like, third year or something."
"At her brother's wedding."
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Loony danced happily in her maid of honor dress. Maria and Nathaniel looked giddy with excitement. The wedding ring glinted on Maria's finger. Loony's engagement ring flashed on her's.
"This is the best day ever."
Sam slapped his friend on the shoulder, laughing. "Love sick. Gross."
"Just because you can't keep a date!"
They both cracked up.
Everything seemed perfect, but it could only go downhill from there.
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The explosion crumbled the house.
"Nicholas!" Loony ran wildly over the rubble. Nicholas lay dying on the floor, surrounded by debris. The house was gone.
"I.......love.....you." And he was gone.
Sam found Loony cradling the dead body of his best friend.
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Sam and Loony sat side by side at Nicholas's funeral.
"What happens now?"
"Now, I don't know." She rubbed her engagment ring, "I'm never going to take it off."
"I know." He turned toward Loony, "LuLu, I'm telling you this as a best friend and a brother-figure, I don't think it was a wand accident. I think he was killed."
"Why?" The service ended, and she walked over to the casket.
"Because there have been people gunning for you and your family since we were little. And you knew Nick. He would never have a wand accident that bad."
"I don't know. Maybe you're right." She looked straight at him, and her eyes looked dead, "I'm going to go see my brother and his family. They left during the service with little Chrys. They gave me their regards."
"Good idea. See you around."
"You too."
They turned from each other, and began to leave.
Sam turned back, "I will find who killed him, you know that."
"Yeah. I know. I'll see you later."
But that was the last time she saw Sam. She got an occasional owl, but otherwise, nothing. He seemed to have vanished.
And her troubles didn't stop there.
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"Nathaniel? Maria? Are you here?"
Loony unlocked the door and pushed it open. The dark mark was everywhere.
"Dear Lord! NO!"
She found Maria's body, peaceful in death. A baby's cry rang through the house.
"Please God, let him still be alive."
She found Chrysalis, still wrapped in Nathaniel's arms. His body had protected the boy from the Avada Kedavra.
"It'll be okay now, Chrys. I'm so sorry."
She took the boy from her dead brother's grip and fled the house, crying.
Having nowhere to go, she knew she couldn't take care of the boy. She placed him under a bench near a foster center with a note.
His name is Chrysalis Black, please put him somewhere good. His parents are gone. Tell him they were killed in an accident. Ignore the strange happenings around him. Send him to the school that sends him a letter when he turns eleven. Don't tell him about me. His aunt, L.L.
And she knocked on the door of the center and apparated away. Hopefully, he would find a good home.
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She had her brother's and sister-in-law's funerals a week after her fiancee's. No one saw Sam. She knew he was watching from afar, as he always would.
Loony left, to the only home she had left, trailing a thirteen foot anaconda.
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"I would love a job." She sat in the new Headmistress's office in Hogwarts.
"Doing what?"
"I would love to do Care for Magical Creatures, and if you need a Head of Ravenclaw, I'm open." A sad smile shone with distant eyes.
She would never be the same again, but she could try.
"Both are open. Welcome to the team Professor Lovegood." She stuck her hand out.
"Thank you Headmistress Fizerton." She shook the woman's hand.
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A few years later, Chrys reentered her life, along with a niece from Maria's side she didn't know existed.
And a new adventure began again.
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