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Okay, only like two people know that I have this little fantasy scenario in my head that's a fan fiction about Harry Potter characters, but has some of my own original characters and events too. I'm writing hopefully what will be several books about these characters. But since I would get sued to no end if I published my little fanfic for money, but I think it's interesting and would be cool if it was read by others, I figure I'll just post it in some journal entries. I know there's fan fiction forums on gaia, and I might put it on those later, but I don't feel like it right now. so, my five friends, two of which are the same person, enjoy.
PS- all of the characters and events not in the Harry Potter books, by JK Rowling, are MINE and will probably be in works I intend to publish and if you steal them and try to say you came up with them I will follow you to the mouth of Hades and fight through Cerberus to get to you and make you pay. Just so that's clear. biggrin

Here's the story (mind you, I've never written any of this down before, so it'll need editing that I'll do later)

Prelude

Sirius Black, my husband, my soul-mate, the only man I have ever loved, is dead. That's why I'm here, in this hell, with the most evil creature I have ever known, and why I've done the seemingly terrible things I've done. My actions may seem drastic to most of the population of both the wizarding and Muggle worlds, but everything I did was justified. They all deserved their fate, especially dear Bellatrix.
The wizards, both good and evil, tried to stop me, but I was only doing what should have been done years ago, when all this began.

1974

The heartbeats were what awakened me. Consciousness after so long was strange, to say the least. But hearing those sounds- the hearts, the thoughts, the voices of the two men- I didn't care how strange I felt. I was hungry. No, that isn't quite a strong enough word. Being deprived of your sustenance for 56 years requires something a bit more severe.
But the worst part of my condition was the weakness. I had been drained of my blood three times, and all three times there was incredible weakness, but this was different. I was much stronger now, I knew I was not about to die, although I was not far from that point. It was like I had been deprived of sleep for an extraoridinarily long time, starved, and paralyzed all at once.
This was not good. I was awake now, and becoming more aware with each passing second, but if I were to rise, which I wanted to now, I needed to feed. Immediately. But how could I get to these two mortals? My weakness was not the only thing that bound me.
After they went through some of the other tombs in the crypt, they solved my problem for me. They slid the stone lid off of my tomb, and eagerly looked inside, to try to find some body part or piece of expensive jewelery they could steal. I quickly shut my eyes to assume the look of a corpse, and that small action alone took an incredible effort. But now I knew what I would do.
One of them leaned in, and thrust his flashlight in to see what was in there with me more clearly. What he saw on me surprised him, however.
"This is strange, Uri. Her dress is bloodstained. And," he looked closer, but not yet close enough, "these look like bulletholes! I think we may have something of value though, there's something metallic in her hands."
The second he touched my hand, I acted. I used all my 433 years of strength and willpower to move up, grab him, and latch onto his neck. Like my first kill, he is drained quickly, and I lost all my control, and ended up crushing his body.
Oh, blood. How had I gone so long without it! The power, the strength returned to me so quickly, I felt lightheaded with it.
After draining every drop him completely I threw him from me. His fellow grave-robber was standing quite close, petrified, with the widest eyes and mouth I have ever seen.
I broke through the marble tomb fast as a bullet and had him before he could utter even one syllable of alarm. Oh, wondrous essence again flowing into me, restoring what my long slumber had drained me of.
I couldn't stop myself after he died, I had to take more, every last drop of that precious substance his body had to give.
Finally, I was finished, and left standing in that mausoleum with the drained and damaged corpses of those unfortunate men.
The power I felt was such a stark contrast to the weakness I had known for so long, that I felt as different as I did my first night as a vampire. But I didn't want to waste time there, the night was young, and I was restless. I also had many things to do, to find out.
I needed clothes, the dress I was wearing was as decomposed as many of the corpses in there. I yearned to discover what year it was, and what had happened since I had been gone. Was the Great War over yet? What was left of the world now? When I had begun my slumber, I had not cared how, or if, it would end. They were dead, that had been all that mattered to me.
But now, I was awake. And where were Louis and Somara? I was fairly certain that they were still alive, for I was sure I would have felt Louis' death. But how long had I been away, and what had they thought? I needed to see them soon.