0321: Cythendra's Story - Cythendra and Celestyn Black
Kenshin and Misao find Keniya and Trowa Himura by Ginger1280
What if Kenshin had adopted twin half demon elves who ended up missing a year before.Their real parents were Lilly and James Potter and their great grandparents were the rulers of caras galadhon and they were forced to become gundam pilots(one is Trowa)
You think I'm kidding? Click the link. I dare you.
TITLE: Cythendra's Story
PERPETRATOR: Thendra Black
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
FULL NAME: Cythendra Black. Apparently, 'Cythendra' means 'the moon personified'. She has a twin sister called 'Celestyn'. The author explains that these names are derived from 'Cynthia' and 'Celeste'. I want to know what, exactly, is lacking about 'Cynthia' and 'Celeste'. 'Cynthia' even has a 'y' in it!
SPECIES: Human/Witches
HAIR: not described
EYES: 'smoky blue eyes'
MARKINGS: none mentioned
POSESSIONS: none mentioned
ORIGIN: Sirius Black's younger sister, thrown in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. Now she's tricked Dumbledore into hiring her as DADA professor. Yes, that said 'tricked Dumbledore'.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Sirius' sister, has a Mysterious Past with somebody who might be Snape.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: none in particular.
NOTES: The author announces that this is an AU. The AU things about it appear to be that (a) it contains a Mary-Sue, (b) Sirius is alive, and (c) Dumbledore is an idiot, since Cywhatsername is using her real name, and all he'd have to do to find out that she's Teh 3b1L is ask Sirius.
SAMPLE:
A/N: The story you are about to read is an alternate timeline thing. I started writing it before I read OoTP and decided to go along with my original storyline. A few things were changed to include some of the facts from the book, but the rest of this is purely from my own imagination.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyright J.K. Rowling. Any use here of her characters is strictly for entertainment value and not to be taken as a serious threat or theft. Thanks...and enjoy the story!
The circle was called and she answered the summons. It had been fifteen years since she’d been able to go to him and she was afraid. He wasn’t known for his forgiving nature. A slight rustle of fabric was all the warning she had.
“What have we here?” Cythendra flinched as a cold hand gripped her chin and forced her to lift her head. Surrounding her were the others, dressed in their flowing black cloaks and their faces little more than a pair of glittering eyes staring down at her from pale, blank ovals. “You have only recently come back to me, my dear. Why is that?”
“Forgive me, my master, but I was unable to appear when last you called,” Cythendra said in a trembling voice. “I was still in Azkaban when you summoned us before.”
“I see.” Voldemort removed his hand and motioned for her to rise. She did so gratefully. “You were among the loyal ones. Tell me, do you know how many still live?”
“Not many have survived Azkaban’s horrors, my lord,” Cythendra replied. “Those that did are still there, waiting for your return and their freedom.”
“Why were you released?” Voldemort wanted to know.
Her voice was bitter as she answered him. “He told them that I only joined with you because I wanted to be near him, as if I were some dull-witted schoolgirl. I was sentenced to ten years because of my participation in your past glories, my lord. I served almost fourteen. Would that I had been granted life there, so that my service to you would not be questioned.”
“I do not question your service,” Voldemort said. “I am more inclined to reward such faithfulness. He will pay for his part in your disgrace.”
“My lord, may I be the one to deliver your punishment on him?” Cythendra asked eagerly. “I know how to reach him, and the boy.”
“Please tell me how you can do that while they are at that blasted school,” Voldemort commanded. He drew out his wand. “If I don’t like what you have to say, you will face my wrath.”
Cythendra dropped to her knees again, trembling in fear. “My lord, it is only that they have been looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. My supposed innocence gave me the opportunity to speak with the headmaster. I told him a convincing story, about how I needed a job and most people wouldn’t hire me because of my past associations with you, and he agreed. He said that since I had ‘practical experience’ I would make a very good teacher.”
“So, even the great mind of Albus Dumbledore can be swayed by a pretty face and gentle words,” Voldemort sneered. “You have done well, my dear. I am pleased.” He paced up and down while a few of the other Death Eaters murmured in disbelief at Cythendra’s words. “We will have to plan most carefully for this delightful event. I do not want anyone suspecting your loyalties are still mine.”
“I will await your command, my lord,” Cythendra said fervently.
“Yes, you will.” Voldemort waved her away and she slipped thankfully back into the obscurity of the group.
A snowy owl glided silently into place onto her shoulder. She reached up and stroked the bird’s breast feathers. “I have a special task for you,” she whispered. “Go and keep watch.” The owl blinked her large smoky blue eyes at her before spreading her wings and ghosting away from the group.
What if Kenshin had adopted twin half demon elves who ended up missing a year before.Their real parents were Lilly and James Potter and their great grandparents were the rulers of caras galadhon and they were forced to become gundam pilots(one is Trowa)
You think I'm kidding? Click the link. I dare you.
TITLE: Cythendra's Story
PERPETRATOR: Thendra Black
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
FULL NAME: Cythendra Black. Apparently, 'Cythendra' means 'the moon personified'. She has a twin sister called 'Celestyn'. The author explains that these names are derived from 'Cynthia' and 'Celeste'. I want to know what, exactly, is lacking about 'Cynthia' and 'Celeste'. 'Cynthia' even has a 'y' in it!
SPECIES: Human/Witches
HAIR: not described
EYES: 'smoky blue eyes'
MARKINGS: none mentioned
POSESSIONS: none mentioned
ORIGIN: Sirius Black's younger sister, thrown in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. Now she's tricked Dumbledore into hiring her as DADA professor. Yes, that said 'tricked Dumbledore'.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Sirius' sister, has a Mysterious Past with somebody who might be Snape.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: none in particular.
NOTES: The author announces that this is an AU. The AU things about it appear to be that (a) it contains a Mary-Sue, (b) Sirius is alive, and (c) Dumbledore is an idiot, since Cywhatsername is using her real name, and all he'd have to do to find out that she's Teh 3b1L is ask Sirius.
SAMPLE:
A/N: The story you are about to read is an alternate timeline thing. I started writing it before I read OoTP and decided to go along with my original storyline. A few things were changed to include some of the facts from the book, but the rest of this is purely from my own imagination.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyright J.K. Rowling. Any use here of her characters is strictly for entertainment value and not to be taken as a serious threat or theft. Thanks...and enjoy the story!
The circle was called and she answered the summons. It had been fifteen years since she’d been able to go to him and she was afraid. He wasn’t known for his forgiving nature. A slight rustle of fabric was all the warning she had.
“What have we here?” Cythendra flinched as a cold hand gripped her chin and forced her to lift her head. Surrounding her were the others, dressed in their flowing black cloaks and their faces little more than a pair of glittering eyes staring down at her from pale, blank ovals. “You have only recently come back to me, my dear. Why is that?”
“Forgive me, my master, but I was unable to appear when last you called,” Cythendra said in a trembling voice. “I was still in Azkaban when you summoned us before.”
“I see.” Voldemort removed his hand and motioned for her to rise. She did so gratefully. “You were among the loyal ones. Tell me, do you know how many still live?”
“Not many have survived Azkaban’s horrors, my lord,” Cythendra replied. “Those that did are still there, waiting for your return and their freedom.”
“Why were you released?” Voldemort wanted to know.
Her voice was bitter as she answered him. “He told them that I only joined with you because I wanted to be near him, as if I were some dull-witted schoolgirl. I was sentenced to ten years because of my participation in your past glories, my lord. I served almost fourteen. Would that I had been granted life there, so that my service to you would not be questioned.”
“I do not question your service,” Voldemort said. “I am more inclined to reward such faithfulness. He will pay for his part in your disgrace.”
“My lord, may I be the one to deliver your punishment on him?” Cythendra asked eagerly. “I know how to reach him, and the boy.”
“Please tell me how you can do that while they are at that blasted school,” Voldemort commanded. He drew out his wand. “If I don’t like what you have to say, you will face my wrath.”
Cythendra dropped to her knees again, trembling in fear. “My lord, it is only that they have been looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. My supposed innocence gave me the opportunity to speak with the headmaster. I told him a convincing story, about how I needed a job and most people wouldn’t hire me because of my past associations with you, and he agreed. He said that since I had ‘practical experience’ I would make a very good teacher.”
“So, even the great mind of Albus Dumbledore can be swayed by a pretty face and gentle words,” Voldemort sneered. “You have done well, my dear. I am pleased.” He paced up and down while a few of the other Death Eaters murmured in disbelief at Cythendra’s words. “We will have to plan most carefully for this delightful event. I do not want anyone suspecting your loyalties are still mine.”
“I will await your command, my lord,” Cythendra said fervently.
“Yes, you will.” Voldemort waved her away and she slipped thankfully back into the obscurity of the group.
A snowy owl glided silently into place onto her shoulder. She reached up and stroked the bird’s breast feathers. “I have a special task for you,” she whispered. “Go and keep watch.” The owl blinked her large smoky blue eyes at her before spreading her wings and ghosting away from the group.