Celestia and Harry
Introduction:
"This is gospel, for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories" This Is Gospel: Panic at The Disco
Celestia was dropped off at the orphanage September 1st, 1981. Two months before the death of Lily and James Potter. Lily had told James that Celestia had died in her sleep, and that she buried Celestia in the backyard. She told him not to tell anyone yet, as they were in the middle of a war and distractions could get a person killed. Celestia only had a blue pendant that Lily left with the girl simply because it wasn't something Lily gave to her, so it wasn't like Lily was losing out on anything. Celestia had black hair that turned ombré brown. It came down to her chin, it was clear messy curls and she wore black square glasses that were tapped together as they had been broken several times. She had blue crystal eyes, and porcelain skin, as well as ruby lips and a black beauty mark by her right eye. She resembled her father, and didn't look like Lily at all. She was easily sick, and fragile. Lily left a note at the orphanage that had one word, 'Celestia'. Not Celestia Potter, just Celestia.The world mourned for Celestia Potter, but Celestia was somewhat thriving.
When she was six years old she often awoke to pain. Then headmistress of the orphanage was annoyed with her again. Honestly, how was it her fault that all the pipes exploded in the building. Sure the timing occurred just when Celestia was mouthing off, but it's not like magic existed and her own annoyance could cause the pipes to erupt.
Harry Potter and Francis Potter was dropped off at the the Dursley's November 1st 12:00am. Harry Potter and Francis Potter was told that their parents died in a car accident, and the accident is where Francis got the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. Harry was a bit relieved about that, as he didn't really like things that made him the center of attention. People tended to notice Francis because of the scar. Harry has messy black hair, that when cut short always grew back before the week was done. He has emerald green eyes like his mother Lily, and round glasses that didn't quite fit his face. He looked like the perfect mix of of Lily and James. James black messy hair, Lily's emerald green eyes. He enjoyed reading like Lily, and enjoyed being outside like James. His twin brother Francis had crimison red hair that was straight and neat. His hair never came out of place, and he had a black beauty mark by his lower lip. He had dark green eyes, and a lopsided smile. James lopsided smile. Not that either boy knew. The twins were treated differently, and Harry never understood why. While they both were stuck in a cupboard and in that small tiny space, Francis was treated a bit better. Francis was given just a bit more food than him, a few more articles of clothes than him, he was hit less often than him, and praised more than he was as he was never praised. The twins never knew of their sister, but Harry did imagine in his dreams that his perfect family included a younger sister, his brother, and two parents who truly loved him.
Harry Potter watched as his brother Francis helped him clean up the Dudley's mess. His arm was sore from when Vernon hit Harry with the belt. Harry could feel the welp forming. His eyes were teary, but Francis told him that if he cried it would be showing weakness. His Aunt was blaming him for the mess in the kitchen when it was Dudley. It was times like this that he wished magic existed. He would make him and his brother disappear.
Celestia had a black eye today, and she was actually kind of thankful. She had just healed from a broken leg, a leg that was purposely broken because she didn't make the floors sparkle when she cleaned the orphanages halls. The floors would never sparkle, they were filled with the sins of the adults who roamed the halls.
Harry hated feeling incompetent, but Francis made it hard not too. He suspected that even Aunt Petunia had a soft spot for the perfect boy. Harry got a C on a math test because he was exhausted from cleaning the Dursley home. Francis was sick so he was stuck in the cupboard throughout the day. Francis passed the test with and A without studying and the teacher's praised Petunia's parenting, and asked her if Harry was a bit slow. Harry got smacked across the face by Vernon for making a mockery of his family.
Celestia had finger marks imprinted into her neck. She had been sleeping when a man laid over her, when she tried to scream a hand covered her mouth. She tried to fight, but her six year old body was weak against her attackers. As the man penetrated her, he choked her so her screams wouldn't wake up the girl beside her. She spent the night crying. She felt digusted. She was disgusting, nothing, worthless.
Harry never liked how Francis just wanted him to man up. Francis wasn't hit as badly as he was so he didn't understand. Francis healed like it was nobodies business. He would bust up his knee, and his eyes would water, but then Francis claimed the pain would stop. Then it would heal overnight. Harry's pain didn't, but he was starting to get use it.
She was starting to get use to the pain, and the hurt. She learned this thing...what did the book say...Compartmentalizing. She pretty much closed off her mind. Then she would cry alone, and blame herself for allowing it to happen. If she was stronger it wouldn't happen, if she was more it wouldn't have ever happened.
When Harry was eight he considered running away. He talked to Francis about it, but Francis told him to be realistic and that they wouldn't get far. He explained that in a few years they could both work and get emancipated, Which pretty much meant freedom. Francis told him to just bare it and soon they'll get out. He just had to wait. The same day, Dudley chased up, and he somehow ended on top of the swings. He refused to come down and Petunia refused to feed him. He hasn't ate for two months. They keep finding reasons not to feed him, and Francis needed the food more than he did when they gave them whatever was left over. Francis was the one who could plan ahead for their freedom. He needed to eat more than Harry.
Celestia ran away when she was 9. Honestly she should have ran away early. All the broken bones, bruises, and harassment that she dealt with should had made he really flee, but learning that she was a monster was what pushed her over the edge. She was disgusting, tainted, and vile after all those years with that man. Though the day when she had enough, the day that she decided to fight or die. Something happened, the man died when he entered her, blood from his mouth dripped onto her face, his dead weight on her body. She pushed him off of her, and she ran away. Only taking a blue sapphire pendant that she had since entering the orphanage with her.
Harry was in the hospital for two months when he was 10 after Vernon beat him so badly that he fractured three ribs, broke his arm, haven him a concussion, and crushed his femur bone. Harry didn't know how social services didn't get involved, but Francis had stayed with him Night and Day in till he healed. Harry remembered how he felt somewhat relieved as the blood pooled around him, and the lights started to go to black. He was so malnourished by this point that he was skin and bones. He was black and blue in most places, and from the time he spent stuck in the hospital bed he had muscle atrophy. Then he was stuck doing rehab for 7 months. What had happened was that Vernon had found Harry tied up and naked and under his disgusting pig son Dudley and his maggot friends. Harry had been gagged and crying. Francis had been outside gardening as Petunia demanded. Dudley's friends had discovered porn, Dudley and his friends wanted to mimic what they saw. Harry doubted they really understood what they saw, he didn't think they had that much intelligent. He doubted that they even understood what they were doing to him, as they were tearing into him. Violating him, making him into this...this empty shell. Vernon entered the Dudley's room, and saw the scene and screamed at Harry. His face turning red, as Dudley and his friends rushed to put on clothes. "Kids just being kids." Vernon explained his son's actions, but when Harry's gag was off and he called Dudley a disgusting monster who deserved nothing but hell. Vernon exploded and blamed Harry, and he punched him, kicked him. Through him across the room. Petunia actually saved his life, Francis was to scared to come save him when he heard the screams. She told him Harry wasn't worth jail, and she cleaned Harry up, not looking at his face before bringing him to the hospital. He wondered how she explained how he looked. This was the day that changed Harry, something started to grow inside of Harry, and he promised himself never to be weak again. He blamed himself for being weak, he hated being weak. He hated being blamed by his brother for not fighting them off. He hated it. It wouldn't happen again. When he was told, that magic existed, that he was a wizard. His heart raced, he could go to a place where Dudley wasn't able to go. A place where he could become the person he wanted to be.
Living on the street was better than living in the orphanage. The women on the streets looked after her when they could. They didn't know what had happened to her, but they told her the worth of a women, and to not let any men drag her her down. To trust herself and only herself. Celestia lived in abandoned buildings, and she scavenged for food, usually able to find money on the street's. Usually it was coins, but pennies can add up if you find enough of them, and Celestia always did. Though one day, she was running away from a few men who she had stopped from hurting a little boy, but now she was being chased, she dodged people, her hair now a somewhat neat, somewhat messy curls, that reaches her neck. Her glasses still taped and struggling to stay on her face. She did get away, but she didn't know where she was. She was in such a hurry to get away she had gotten lost and ran into a beautiful tall blonde women who was the epitome of class. Especially compared to the raggedy clothes that she was wearing.
"Are you okay?" The women asked with concern, glancing behind Celestia to see what she was running rom.
Celestia glanced behind herself and nodded..."Yes...Thank you...I'm sorry for bumping into you miss." Celestia may have been raised in a twisted setting but that didn't mean she was uneducated or didn't have manners, because she did.
The women looked down at her, looking her over before her eyes stopped and widen. "Where did you get that necklace?"
Possessively Celestia grasped onto her necklace, looking at the women warily, preparing to book it indeed be. "I've always had it...why?..."
"My deceased friends gave their daughter a necklace that looks exactly like that." The women explains hesitantly, something didn't seem quite right with the statement. "Who are your parents?"
Celestia shrugs, "I wouldn't know. I lived in an orphanage for most of my life."
The women's eyes widen, "Your name...wouldn't happen to be Celestia would it?"
Celestia took a step back, "How did you-"
"Like I said, The people that I knew gave their daughter that necklace, but everyone believes that the daughter died with the parents." The women explained. "Those eyes...are like your father. We should go somewhere and talk-"
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Celestia states, she wasn't a fool, Not anymore. She was also no longer weak.
"We'll stay in a public area, I swear." The women said, eyes wide almost pleading with her to come.
Celestia considered her options, she didn't know where she was, and to her, as long as they didn't stayed in a public area, she may be able to learn about herself. "Fine, but we stay in a public area."
"That is fine. My name is Narcissa Malfoy."
"Celestia. Just Celestia." Celestia introduced. This is how she was introduced into the world of magic.
Harry wasn't the weak fragile boy that Dumbledore was expecting, but not that Dumbledore knew. Harry had plans of his own, and his plans involved becoming strong. He wouldn't be manipulated or pushed around. Though Harry's dreams would some obstacles. One of these obstacles was the letter that was sent to Dudley Dursley. The letter that invited him to come to Hogwarts school of magic, and of course when Dudley can do magic. He's special. Harry just had to exist for a while longer, then before everyone would regret they way he was treated. When he started to live, their would be a reckoning. There would be one of his name wasn't Harrison James Potter.
Celestia was now Sirietta Snape. The people she was now staying with weren't bad people, they were using her. She knew it, she didn't exactly know why, but they were. She didn't care. She was using them as well. She was to be the 'adopted' daughter of a man named Severus Snape who looked at her with such heart ache that she knew he must have loved whoever they thought was her mother. He taught her magic, and educated her on the magic world. She didn't let him touch her, she didn't like being touched after everything. It made her feel disgusting. He didn't try to touch her often either. He simply occasionally would put a hand on her should briefly to congratulate her on learning so fast. The Malfoy's took her to a place called Diagon Alley, they said it wouldn't be safe for people to know she was alive. They were blunt, a man killed her mother and father apparently, and could come after her. They created a new identity for her, and apparently her parents left her a whole lot of money. The Malfoy's promised her power, and in the youngest Malfoy she found a friend. It was three months since she met him, and she found she actually enjoyed his company. He was smart and witty and much like herself. He taught her the art of wearing a mask, and helped make the years of information about the wizarding world stick for months. She didn't trust them, she doubted they trusted her, but she liked their current arrangement. She didn't like things that were free. Though she wouldn't be able to escape her past so easily. The darkness inside her wouldn't be so easy to erase, and chaos that followed the Potter family would follow her into Hogwarts, and bring the dangers of her world with her.
"I wish..."
"I wish..."
"To be Free."
"To Be Free."