Chapter 1 : Putting trust in Lorei Is harder than it looks.
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Putting trust in Lorei Is harder than it looks.
"So wait let me get this right?"
I stared at Lorei, my adoptive mother, in disbelief as I tried to wrap my head around what she was saying.
"There's nothing to get right Phee, I'm planning to make a potion which will help the drinker instantly recognize their soul mate within a glance!"
For a responsible adult, Lorei could really act like a child at times; sometimes I had to act like the mature one.
Yes, I, Phoenix Hensley can actually be mature.
"And how, pray, will they know and recognize the signs?!" I asked tentatively, almost scared of the answer. With Lorei you never know what she will cone up with next....for all I know she could plan the potion for the soul mate to be recognized by blood surrounding them. But, Meh can't say much considering I'm just as weird as her....if not more.
"They will see the person wrapped in a golden aura...." she drifted off, muttering and writing in her notebook that just minutes ago I had been snooping in.
Seriously, what is it with people and believing in this mumbo jumbo crap.
I mean I know we have wands and magic, but come on, you either find your soul mate or you don't. Most people are going to buy this potion and spend the rest of their lives waiting for someone they may not even meet.
I stormed off to my room, muttering under my breath angrily. And apparently people think I believe in this Pure Shit, just because I, a 16 year old with boobs, has never been in a relationship.
I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, searching for the thing that made boys never ask me out.
I'm pretty average,
With my shoulder length dark brown hair and a side fringe which brushed the top of my right eye and hazel eyes that changed with my mood. Sometimes their green, sometimes dark brown and sometimes even blue. I love them, my best feature I reckon...
Then my eyes flickered to the scar starting from my right eyebrow passing over my eye and halfway down my cheek. I'm blind in my right eye but it looks normal.
When I was 5, my biological parents dealt with the baddies.
My mom of 24 was a bounty hunter for all species, sometimes werewolves, sometimes vampires. Mostly Death Eaters in those times.
Nowadays there aren't many left walking free, not including Uncle Drake (Draco Malfoy for you retards).
My dad (24 as well) on the other hand, was a ministry aurordetective. He had awesome powers of deduction and his magic was more sensitive than most. Meaning he could sense memories in crime scenes.
We were a happy family.
When I was 4, I started showing signs of magic and so my grandmére (Grandma, mothers mum, I am 1/4 Veela and half French. I can speak fluent French too!! Awesome right?) Came to stay with us and taught me how to control my magic. Since a young age I've always been more mature than other kids the same age.
My family thought it was due to my sensitivity, which I inherited from my dad, so my gran babysat me while my parents were off doing who-knows-what and they came to a conclusion it would be better to teach me wandless magic as a precaution due to their jobs which often created Many enemies, Which is the same as wand magic except it requires more concentration.
On the eve of my birthday (love the word Eve) my parents came home, unfortunately some rouge Death Eaters followed them and managed to hop through the protection barriers that protected the house.....I didn't even know that could happen. Anyway the stormed the house killed my mum, my dad and my grandma...I watched them and when they came to me well they wanted to torture me first so they cast Sectumsempra, fortunately just a few day before they had come I had been practicing my protego.
Now using wandless magic can often make the magic you produce uncontrollable...
5 years after the defeat of Tom Marvolo Riddle
"Wingardium Leviosa" A 5 year old thrusts her hand forward as she screws up her face in concentration and with a poof everything in her pink walled bedroom has risen into the air.
"Look gramma" she squeals and jumps up and down in excitement "I did it!!!"
Flabbergasted, the middle aged woman looks around the room in amazement.
"Phee, honey, did you intend on making EVERYTHING float" at this point she gestures to the room full of floating objects " I thought you said today you were going to start small". She raised a silvery blond eyebrow and laughed her tinkling laugh.
The girl had shoulder length dark brown hair hair, which she twisted around her finger in shyness.
"But Gramma you know that for me this is small...and I'm not trying to be big-headed-"
The door lock opened and suddenly the girl seems to breath out in relief before grabbing her grandma's hand and dragged her to meet he parents. As she left the room, she pushed her hand down quickly, and the objects in the room instantly dropped on the floor silently.
A couple came in the hall and held their arms out for a hug; such was their routine, as the little girl jumped in their arms.
At 24, they still had the youth from their teenage years.
The mother had her silvery (much like that of the grandmother) hair in a fishtail plait which was coming apart. Her eyes were as blue as the Caribbean sea and to everyone who knew this lady, always changed with her mood. Her skin was a flawless white.
The father however was the opposite with his dark brown hair (often mistaken for black) and hazel eyes. He was a Spaniard to his wife, the Frenchie, with brown skin, that always looked tanned. The father and child's eyes and hair and skin were carbon copies, but the mother had blessed the child with a willowy body that had very little puppy fat. The mothers figure was curvy, yet somewhat willowy and tall for a woman. The father was also tall for a man and with these genes combined the girl was already taller than most.
Two hooded figures burst in behind the couple and instantly shot two green jets of light at the mother and father. Avada Kedavra, The killing curse.
They turned on the grandmother and tortured her first, before she could react with the Cruciatus spell, whilst the little girl stood like a statue and seemed to be in deep shock.
At last they mercifully killed the grandmother.
Then they turned to the little girl who had torn herself out of the shock by sensing the Death Eaters minds, which were as evil as could be....without being Voldemort.
And as they raised their wand, she put up a barrier using the magic that her father had gifted her with and blew them back with a Blasting curse, Confringo and stunning them to the point of near death. To which she then collapsed on the floor and drew up her knees and sobbed for what seemed like days.
Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters were alive and cast Sectumsempra at her face and at the pain, her barrier went up in two seconds and the force of it stopped the spell from harming any more and blasted the Death Eater out the window where he fell to his death.
Minutes later ministry Aurors appeared only to find a girl staring out the window blood on her hands from her Grandmother and a cut starting at her left eyebrow and ending halfway down her small cheek which was dripping blood....
"....and of course we need to add some extra newt-"
Lorei voice drifted in to the bathroom where my eyes had glazed over watching the memory....
'Look Lorei, just shut the fuck up about the stupid Soul mate Potion." I screamed at her through the wall, fully aware that she could hear me clear as glass through the wall, "we either meet our freaking soul mate or we don't! End off"
I meant on the sink, breathing heavily...
Watching my old memories always mad me angry and I had a hard time keeping a lid on my temper, which considering I am part Veela is very hard to do.
A brunette peeked in the bathroom I currently resided looking shifty.
She had lush chestnut hair with a tint of red and was a short person.
She was my parents’ best friends.
They all attended Beauxbatons where I am currently going.
At 15 going on 16 I'm in the 6th year and apparently have the best OWLs in history....
Not that I give any fucks about that.
"How would you feel about going to Hogwarts, School for Witchcraft and Wizardry?" she asked in a very flippant way which made me suspicious...
So I sensed her mind...
And all my anger came out again nearly swallowing me whole as I screeched at my guardian. I stormed into the potion room where she had taking refuge against my anger.
"You stupid bitch!!! I never said I wanted to go there did I! Why didn't you ask me?"
As the short lady and tall willowy teenager argued, the Soul Mate potion boiled behind them and suddenly exploded & covered the arguing pair.
We paused and I could taste Strawberry and honeysuckle from the potion, my two favorite tastes/smells, but there was something new as well…
Something I’ve always smelt whenever we brewed Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world, the smell of Rain and wolf mixed up together.
My Patronus is a Wolf and so is my animangus form (don’t worry I’m registered but out of the public records as per my requests.), so when I smelt this before,it didn’t really stick but today the stronger smell was of the wolf/rain and honeysuckle….
I looked at Lorei and she looked at me,
“Well…looks like it worked if you’re tasting your favorite tastes but not falling in love with me”
I couldn’t help it, I snorted and started laughing.
The kind of laughter you get with some of your closest friends, where you look at each other and can’t stop laughing and you have the most painful stitch,
We fell onto the floor laughing our butts off for what felt like hours, until we calmed down.
“So, why did you decide on Hogwarts for me to change to? I mean its closer but I wanna go where you and mum went to y’know?’
“And that’s what I’m worried about. Phee you need to let them go! Everyday you look happy and inside you’re killing yourself with the depression and also Hogwarts is where they met as did I meet ,my love” at this she looked at the memorial photos we had hung up of my parents and my gramma and her husband who died in a fight with some remaining Death Eaters…
“Wait, whaa? I thought you all met at Beauxbatons?” I looked at her ready to blow. Again.
“Do you remember me specifically saying that? Or did you just assume that?” She smirked knowing she had one over me,
“Besides it’s already been planned! Tomorrow we shall be going to Diagon Alley to get your stuff”
We lived in North London because it is closest to all the wizarding markets and all that stuff, but I still went to France for school because of my parents.
“Fine…but I swear if another journalist comes into my personal space AGAIN, I will not hold back and hex her to the point of no return!”
“Yes, yes! Whatever!” she got up bustled around cleaning with her wand before turning back to me.
“By the way you do realize that if you meet your Soul Mate you’ll see gold around him unless you haven’t realized the possibility of falling in love.”
“Wait, what do you mean, if I don’t realize the possibility of falling in love”
“Well if you meet someone you may not see the as someone you like but as time progresses you may fall in love and you fall in love more and more, the aura will grow stronger until you get together. At this point the effects will wear off due to the fact that it has succeeded in doing its job.”
“WHAT! You mean to say I’m going around my life with these effects for the rest of my life until I get together with my Soul Mate!!! Dammit Lorei! Why didn’t you tell me this before? Oh, for fucks sake! You know what? Leave it I really can’t be arsed to argue anymore. Its midnight and we need to get up early tomorrow for Diagon alley especially with it being September 1st in a weeks time.”
And with that I went to my room where I lade sure to slam the door and make it clear that I am seriously pissed off, switch off the light, groped my way to my desk (making sure to hit my toe on the bed 3 times, a requirement if you understand, to travel around my room in the darkness) and felt for my laptop, a clever wizard decided that the muggles internet was incredibly smart and made a assortment of electronic technologies for wizards, all you have to do is charge it at least once a week with your wand. No spell or anything pretty awesome, anyway I digress, I have a iPhone (wizard version, the creator of apple is the cousin of the creator of the wizard version)
A Apple laptop same as the iPhone.
Anyway I took my laptop to my bed, wriggled under the covers and opened the laptop straight to video chat with my oldest friend, Jeanne (pronounced jean-ee) I think she has a awesome name, she hates it. She thinks I have a awesome name, I hate it, see how well we get along.
Suddenly a auburn haired girl popped up on the screen as she checked her Lipstick (nude colour today)…
One of our many sayings ;D wear your pain with lipstick!
“Hola, bitch!” she realized after 5 minutes that I was waiting for her to say something,
“Yo my Witchy Don!”
“Witchy Don? That’s a new one, ha-ha!”
“Whatever, down to business.”
“right of course, I have major saddening news”
“OMG so do I, and Merlin only knows how pissed off I am at it…say at the same time?”
“Okay, one, two, three”
“I’m being transferred to Hogwarts”
“I’m leaving Beauxbatons for Hogwarts”
“Wait, What?!!!” I looked at her in shock and happiness,
“What happened, where’s the fire? Who died?!” Lorei came barging in and when she saw the laptop and Jeanne’s face “oh, good! I see you’ve found out about our joint decision”, she grinned and left the room.
I looked at Jeanne.
She looked at me.
“JINX” we yelled at the same time.
“So you’re going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, right?” she asked me switching from shock to serious in a matter of seconds.
“Yup, and FYI I have big news to tell you, other news. But I'll save that for tomorrow, kay…well Toodle Pip, Mon Folle Angé, night night!!”
I closed the laptop and put it on my bedside table; I knew Anne (my nickname for JeAnne) would be coming over early in the morning to help choose my outfit, because if there’s one thing I am for sure, its Fashionably Challenged, No seriously!
I wriggled under my covers, my mind going at 100 miles per hour, with all the possibilities that could happen with me and Anna at Hogwarts. Together, no less.
Finally, Merlin was easing up on me and luck was turning around.
I had no idea how wrong I was.
Mon folle Angé- My Crazy Angel
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