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Darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
It is all that is around.
Deep Waters. The Dark Sea.
Is all that I saw.
A person a figure, right in front of me. To see, to hear out. I had questions though. And I needed answers right now.
“The Plan? The trial?”
They all turned out successful.
“Death of others?”
It was thankfully avoided.
“And My Life?”
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“What happened?”
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“Did I live?”
..No.
oh..
“Will I rest now? Is this it?”
No. You’ll live once more. You have not yet lived properly.
“Ah.. I see. Will my new life be simple?”
No, sadly I could not ensure that. But from the day that you enter your new body, you shall be the only one to sculpt your destiny.
“Will I be in a lot of danger by doing so?”
Danger is not something that you shall be able to fully avoid my dear.
“Oh.. Will I have people whom I can trust?”
Some, but be carefully with who’s will and word you take. The world is corrupting. And you have quite the reputation.
“Last question. Who are you?”
I go by many names my dear. But you can call me. Death.
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I gasp loudly as I wake up at the noise around me.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Slowly my breath is normal again.
Looking around I could see that I was on the grass.
My body looked fragile. Bruised all over and there were cuts on my knees.
I fell. I fell when running from a boy.
My name.
My name is Furina.
I-..
No.
It was previously Furina.
I am not in my body, not in my world anymore as it seems.
My name. My New Name. It’s Rosabella. Rosy for short.
My full name is.. I-I don’t know.. No one has ever told me it..
Hmm. This is strange. I am me, but also not.
Hmm? My hair. It’s black now. And, curly? It’s so short too. I should grow it out a bit. But not too much, or it’ll be a mess to look after.
Wait. Magic. Magic exists. My parents. They wielded it. But. Oh. They- They died in the hands of the mangled soul.
The boy, his name. His name was Dudley. Huh. It sounds like Dud and he also acts like a Dud and a dummy too.
My aunt. She’s, suffering. Her husband, is too much.
I- need to get back inside.. It seems like it’ll rain soon..
I wonder if Neuvi misses me..
Probably not though, he set up the trial didn’t trust me enough. But, he also saved Fontain so he did good. There was only so much I could do without crashing everything, and he helped a lot aswell. So I shouldn’t blame him for not fully trusting a person who couldn’t speak about everything. But I just wish he did so anyways.
Drops?
Oh. It started raining already?
It seems like I got lost in my thoughts once more..
I ran inside the house. I lived so many years in it, but I am not loved around here.
Looking inside everyone was already eating, so I sneaked into my room.
It was so tiny, and there were a few spiderwebs in the corners. But surprisingly I fitted in.
Why? What did I do to deserve to live in here, like this?
Misfortune, bad luck, it seems to follow me at times.
I remember Papa calling it Potter Luck. I think that’s my last name, and the usual description fit so. Rosabella Potter huh.
A knock came through my little door. It opened and something was slit in. It was a woman’s voice that I could hear. It was quiet but I understood it. “Eat something will you. There are bandages in the lower drawer at the back of the kitchen. Use them when they fall asleep. And make sure you make no noise.” she said it all so fast, but it was clear that this was help. My aunt is kind but rough on the edges as it seems. Never cruel like the other two, but she never did anything against them. I wonder if she can even do so at all?
I look down on what she slipped in. it was a drumstick and some white rice on a plate. It wasn’t too much but it wasn’t little either.
Hunger rumbled in my stomach as I heard it growl.
I carefully take the plate and start eating. The food was quite tasty, but a little bit dry, but beggars can’t be choosers.
I sat in the little room looking around at the things around me trying to recount what I had ever seen or remembered about my new life. I remember my mom’s face, her red hair and her green eyes. My dad had short black curly hair, while Papa had long wavy hair. I remember Padfoot, and uncle Remus. I had a big family before. I wonder why they never visit now. Maybe it was because I just didn’t have any use for them. Why would they take in a small crying baby of all things. But they loved me, they cherished me. That couldn’t be it, can it?
Lost in my thoughts I don’t let myself sleep, waiting for some kind of sign or signal that it was good to go out into the rest of the house.
Around half an hour later I heard it. My so called uncles snoring.
I carefully sneaked out of my room and headed to the kitchen to the drawer that aunty described.
I carefully open the drawer and see a note and a bag inside. I open the bag to see a couple of supplies inside.
Looking inside the note I could see a writing.
‘Take the whole bag, it has a clock and a toy aswell as the first aid kit that you can use later on. Be careful and don’t let them find it’
Well, it seems that I might have an ally in this horrible household afterall.
I take the things and take them back into my room.
Taking care of my wounds was task number one. Carefully while taking my time with it I pour a bottle cap amount of peroxide on the wound. The pain was sharp as it disinfected it, but I knew that if I made a sound then the punishment for getting caught would be much more painful than this, so I bit my hand and continued the process with my other leg aswell.
Carefully I bandaged my legs in a way that it was too strong nor too weak. I remember taking lessons on how to treat wounds properly after I met and couldn’t help a child whom I met on the road. I took lesson and later volunteered at a local medical help centre to ensure that I had learnt well and assisted everyone I could.
Now looking at my handy work it was a bit crooked, a bit messy, but it got the job done. The pain in my arms was jabbing and stung quite a lot. I gently take out some cream for bruises and apply them on my body. The pain has somewhat soothed after I let it all seep in for a couple of minutes. I carefully hid the first aid kit underneath my bed and headed out once more.
I needed some water to drink or else I fear I might be too dehydrated to wake up tomorrow.
I pour some water from the sink and drink it enjoying the coolness settling in my throat. I carefully put my cup back in place and enter my broom closet again.
I open the gifted bag again and look inside.
I could recognize a small sewn doll, a book and what seemed to be a photo album.
I put the doll next to me on my bed as I rested my back on my worn out pillow and decide to read the title of the book first, only to see that it had none. I open it to see what was inside and then at the top of the right corner there it was. A writing.
‘Property of Evans Lilly’
Mom’s name..
I feel tears burning in my eyes but don’t let the fall as I decide to scroll some more inside the book.
There were notes, oh so many notes.
I couldn’t understand quite a couple of words inside, but it seemed that this was a personal research book for a subject that was apparently called Charms?
I read it some more and noticed some extra notes inside written in another coloured pen then what she usually used. Mom used a dark blue pen when writing, but these other notes had different colours, and what also solidified my assumption of there being more than one person writing inside, was the fact that while the topic was consistent, the handwriting was not.
And by the time I got to the cover I saw a few more names on the other end of the journal..
‘Co authored by: James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
And Regulus Black’
…. They had all shared this notebook. And now I was reading their works aswell..
A single tear of joy slid down my cheek as I thought of how nice it is to own something that they had once written.
After a minute or two I take a look at the old photo album, in the first page there seemed to be a writing with newer looking ink.
‘I found my old album of Lily (Your mother). My parents loved to create a bunch of these before she fully moved to the magic place and this one was sitting in the attic for a while. Take care of it carefully. Sorry I couldn’t give it to you before.’
My mom’s photos?..
Carefully opening the pages one by one I could see the face of my mother once more. She was much younger here of course, but by the time it all reached the end, I could see my mother fully grown holding a diploma. It was the last photo here. I haven’t seen her face in so long. Even though she did not directly raise me, I still had the memories of it all. The feelings that were felt in those moments. I let my tears run freely this time. I did not hold them back anymore.
I wonder if Lily knew about her child’s fate. Would she have accepted me aswell? What would have happened if she, Papa, and dad had survived all that time ago..
Oh how different it would have all been..
I clutch the little album in my arms as I let the tears fall onto my face and then the pillow.
I thought of a better life. A better family that was once in the grasp of my hands but was cruelly taken away right before me.
And with all these thoughts plaguing my heart and brain, I let sleep consume me..
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“Get Up, Get Up Get Up!” urghh. What the fuck. What is this horrid shrieking pesky voice?
“It Is My Birthday, Wake Upppp!”
“I’m Up, I’m Up,” I whine outloud. I was forced awake by the giant pounding from the stairs as dust fell down on my blanket. It is my cousin’s birthday as it seems and I shall be witnessing his tantrums once again.
I carefully find a proper outfit for the day. Half of my clothes were Dudley’s and were quite too big for me, but thankfully I also had a couple of simple dresses aswell.
I choose a nice flowy green dress head off to the kitchen.
As I arrived inside the room I look around and notice Dudley and his father being surrounded by the birthday child’s gifts as the big walrus like man looked prideful at his son’s joyful face. On the other side of the room Aunt Petunia stood over the kitchen stove making some bacon and eggs and had toast coming out of the toaster. Deciding to at least stay away from the pig and the walrus I walk over to aunty and start smearing jam and butter on the different toasted breads. Though even as I tried to not get involved in the two meathead’s business, their loud irritating voices could not be missed or ignored for long periods of time so I reluctantly listened into their conversation.
“Thirty-Six.” Dudley said looking up at his parents. “That is two less than last year!” he complains quite loudly.
“Darling, you haven’t counted Auntie Marge’s present yet, see, it’s right under this big one from Mummy and Daddy.” Aunt Petunia tried to reassure her son.
Dudley’s face turns reddish pink which made him look even more like a pig than before. The boy decided to dig into his breakfast with an angry mood. I quickly look away so that I don’t loose my appetite and eat my slightly burnt eggs than Aunt Petunia had put to the side for me.
Dudley was always the rebellious type of child and had thrown many things including the table when his anger reached certain points. He was quite a menace both in school and at home. And it seemed that his mother could sense the danger that oozed from him and quickly decided to add onto her previous statement “And we’ll buy you another two presents while we’re out today. How’s that popkins?” oh my archons, the look on this boy’s face as he tried to think properly was so damn hilarious that I almost started laughing outloud. Though thankfully years of constant acting allowed me to stay silent for now.
“So I’ll have thirty.. Thirty..” oh dear how can a young boy his age not even do proper maths?
“Thirty-nine sweetums” usually I’d support parents helping their kids when they struggle, but I think giving him the answer instead of letting him think of it himself creates more harm than good right now.
“Oh, alright then” says Dudley as he relaxes in his chair.
A moment later the phone rang and Petunia rushed to go and pick it up while Dudley proceeded to unwrap his presents that included a new bike, a remote control airplane, a couple of new video games, a VCR, aswell as a couple of books and a video camera that he proceeded to check to the side to focus on the other gifts. If I am lucky I might be able to smuggle in the camera and books into my room.
I am broken from my thoughts by Aunt Petunia entering the room once more. “Bad news Vernon, Mrs. Figg has broken her leg. She won’t be able to take in Rosy today.”
Durley’s mouth gaps open and Vernon seemed to have slipped into deep thoughts. Every year I am sent to that house and like don’t get me wrong I love animals especially cats, but those creatures all look so worn out and poorly taken care of that I always feel the urge to run away from that smelly house. The place is always infested with thrown up furballs and expired pudding. Meanwhile the Dursleys go and spend their time in various attraction places like the Waterparks and different fancy restaurants and have fun all the time. So for just a moment I let myself feel a bit of relief at the thought of not going to that place today.
“We could always phone Marge” I hear my uncle offer. Wait who specifically was Marge?
“Don’t be silly, your sister hates the girl” Ohhhh, oh thank gods Aunty immediately put that option away.
“What about your hot friend Penelope?” Vernon says. Ohohoo, uncle did you have to use Those specific words when describing her?
“She is on vacation in Majorca.” I hear Aunt Petunia snap at him. I wouldn’t put it past him not to be a cheater, but like also I cannot imagine anyone being attracted to a walrus like him.
“Maybe I could come with you?” I offer quietly. “I promise to be as quiet as a mouse.”
“No!” Dudley and Vernon snap at me at the same time.
“Hmm, but think about it. We can’t leave her in the house alone. She’ll wreak everything up and leaving her in the car is not an option either” I hear Petunia say to her husband and child making them grumble under their breathes.
And after uncle let out a long sigh “Fine. But if you dare ruin Anything.”
“I won’t I swear!” I exclaim quickly and as if right on cue the doorbell rings. Aunt Petunia rushes and opens the door to Dudley’s ratlike friend Pier who was being accompanied by his mother alongside him. And thirty minutes later I found myself sitting in the back seat of the Dursley’s car as we all collectively went to the zoo.
When arriving at their destination I couldn’t help but be excited to see all the animals in here. Back in Teyvat we had a couple of Zoos here and their but they mostly let the creature roam the lands instead. But here though, not only did it seem like keeping animals in closed conditions was normal, but the animals themselves didn’t fully resemble the ones in my world.
While we passed the many cages and displays Aunt Petunia decided to give me an apple, banana and a lollipop which I quickly proceeded to eat before Dudley and his little henchmen saw it. They themselves quite disliked healthy foods, but they’d also steal and do anything to hurt and harm me just a tad bit more than usual.
By the time lunch time came around the boys seemed to have gotten bored of most of the animals in the Zoo. They hurriedly ate their food in café nearby and then headed off to the reptilian section.
The place was a bit dark and quite green. I looked in fascination at the different species of snakes and cobras inside. In Teyvat snakes were quite a rarity to see. The people have hunted the species so much in order to make food delicacies from them that the creatures were later on put in the crimson book of rare animals.
After a good minute of looking I noticed what seemed to be the largest snake in here. It was quite large and beautiful as it’s scales glistened in the light. The snake seemed to be asleep right now but it seemed that my cousin did not care for that at all and proceeded to viscously bang on the glass panel, “Hey! Hey! Wake Up!”he shouted at the magnificent scaly creature.
“Move Already Will Ya! You’re such a Lazy creature! So big but only for show. Hmmp.” He shouted at the snake which seemed to be awake but keeping its eyes shut right now.
“Dumb snake. Why is it even here if it doesn’t entertain anyone. Come on Piers, let’s go visit the lions instead.” He declares and stomps away in a different direction.
Honestly, for as much as a fool that he is at least he decided to step away before the snake grew too irritated of him and snapped at the panel.
Now that they were gone though, I decided to let myself come closer to the snake to at least read the description sign.
‘Boa Constrictor.
Born and bred by our best snake breeders from India.
Age: 4
Gender: Female’
Huh, well would you look at that then. “I guess being born into the business and being boggled at by people is something that we share in common.”I wonder out loud when suddenly the snake’s eyes open up and look dead into mine.
“Speakerr~” I heard it say. Huh. Well apparently I am becoming insane if I truly heard this snake correctly.
I look around and notice no one around me. And just to experiment I lean in and whisper carefully “Are- are you speaking to Me?”
The Boa constrictor proceeds to nod at my statement.
“Well Damn.” I can’t help but swear out loud at the sudden revelation that I can speak to snakes in this life. “If you can truly understand me, then what is your name?” I ask gently to the creature in front of me.
“My name is Nagini~ Little Hatchling. What about yoursselff?”
I stand still for a moment carefully processing my situation right now. “My name is F-Rosabella. But people usually call me Rosy” I stumble on my name a bit.
“I sseee~”
“I am sorry for how my cousin treated you and woke you up Nagini.” I decide to apologize to her for his inconvenience.
“No worriess young one, I have met quite a few of these Mugglesss that would just sstare and dissturb my peace. I have gotten a bit ussed to them even if they manage to ignite my anger from time to time.” She reassures me gently.
“Well still, just because it’s your usual right now doesn’t mean that it’s okay to do so.” I insist on my statement making Nagini be silent for a bit. “Also, what do you mean by Muggles?”
“Hmmp. Mugglesss are the humanss that are born without magic~ in their blood~”
“Ohh, how do you know I am not a Muggle though” I inquire carefully.
“I could sense your magic from the moment you entered the room young speaker. You radiate magic~. And your ability to understand me also provess of your great talentss in magic~. You are a parselmouthhh~. A speaker to all snakes and reptilian species. Not many wizards and witches inside of Britain have this ability~. The only last known person was My Masterr~”
“Ahh, I see I see. But Nagini, here it says that you were born in here in this enclosure?”
“They tell Liesss young hatchling.” She spits out anger lased into her words. “They forccefully captured me whilssst I was making my esscape a couple of yearss ago and forcced me to move from one place to another as they shoved me from one place to another.”
I feel a sense of sadness for her situation right now. Being captured for all to see is truly a tragic fate that I have experienced myself aswell..
Whilst silently wishing to think of a way to help her an idea pops into my mind. A couple of years ago while Dudley and his little gang were chasing me around the school playground I had somehow managed to appear on the roof of the school in an instant which while at that time I thought was simple mind thing and I must have simply passed out and the chasing was all a dream. But now I Knew Bettter. I possess magic and whenever I feel big enough emotions my magic reacts to it aswell. And so I wonder, maybe I can help Nagini out and try and teleport her away..
“Nagini, I will need you to trust me okay, I shall try this one thing, and if it works, then keep yourself hidden and make sure that you are not seen my any others alright?” I say carefully and then see her give me a small nod.
I carefully concentrate on my magic, I feel my connection to it being blocked in some places but I digress as I insistently decide to focus on one specific part of it and gathered the energy carefully. I stand still and after concentrating on it for a full minute I hear a gentle pop sound.
Opening my eyes I noticed Nagini no longer being in the cage where she had been before. I give a small cheer for myself aswell as a pat on the back as I carefully sneak back to Aunt Petunia who is sitting with Dudley’s friend’s mom as they gossip about the newest gossip as they mostly ignored my presence. And as I sit there on the bench I close my eyes and start disassociating for a bit.