Fan Fiction ❯ The Life and Times of a Girl Named Blaise Zabini ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Rosy the Cat 
More background on Blaise's family, and Blaise's world begins to turn upside-down.
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More background on Blaise's family, and Blaise's world begins to turn upside-down.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.13.2003 | Updated On: 04.30.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 469 | Status: Completed
The Life and Times of a Girl Named Blaise Zabini
By Rosy the Cat
Summary: Blaise Zabini isn't your average Slytherin. She's smart,
she's loyal, and she wants to kick Voldemort's arse. Oh, and she's
not human. LotR (movie cannon) /Harry Potter fusion with elements
from "The Sandman."
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not
limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books,
and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
The Lord of the Rings belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien, probably his
family, and New Line Cinemas, and probably a bunch of other people.
The Sandman belongs to Neil Gaiman, and DC Comics/Vertigo.
Chapter 2
Notation: [...] means the words are being spoken in Elvish
*************************
It was almost scary how perky and cheerful that day had started out.
The sky was blue, birds were chirping, the woods surrounding the modest
home of Lance Green shady and cool, with the comforting oatmeal cookie
smell of green tea with chamomile brewing wafting through the house from
the kitchen, where Blaise E. Zabini sat companionably sipping the tea
with her grandfather, re-reading "The Two Towers" for the bajilianth
time.
Yes, Blaise Zabini, Slytherin and pure-blooded witch, as far as she
knew, was a Lord of the Rings fangirl.
A friend from grade school, Lina, had gotten her interested when they'd
been in sixth grade.
Wouldn't Lina flip if she found out that their mutual favorite book series
was real?
Okay, so it wasn't *quite* real, considering the fact that no written record
of Middle Earth from that time existed, outside of the journals of one Mister
Lance Green, a.k.a. Legolas Thranduilion.
When she'd been informed of the Green family's ultra-secret-secret, Blaise
had gone running all through the house, screaming her trademark Lord of the
Rings Fangirl Scream of Joy (tm).
Hey, if you found out you were the granddaughter of one of your favorite
characters from your favorite books, you'd probably do the same thing!
She was half an elf, and darn proud of it!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her mother, apparently, had been born a few years before the rest of
Legolas' family left for the Undying Lands, Dallandra Green Zabini's
mother crossing the waters with them and leaving her child and the father
of said child behind, convinced with the tenacity of someone wrapped up
in their own little world that Legolas and their child would follow them
in a few more years.
Legolas never left.
At first he stayed because the idea of leaving his dear, non-elven
friends behind hurt too much.
Then they started to grow old and die. And even then he did not go,
convincing himself that his friends would have wanted him to keep an
eye on their descendants, and Dallandra should see more of the land of
her birth before they even considered following the majority of their
people. He was still fascinated by Men, and would often travel their
cities, his daughter at his side, the hoods of their cloaks up to hide
their elven ears, for most elves who had not left Middle Earth were in
hiding, and the story of the Fellowship had become legend, and was
swiftly becoming myth.
And still, they stayed.
Then the lands began to change, breaking up, separating, beaches and rocky
coasts gradually appearing where none had been before, until, when the
changing was for the most part done, the Shire, Mirkwood and Lothlorien
were not only hidden from human eyes, but also lost to the world, for
Legolas had lost track of where they had ended up in the shifting, much
like a treasured keepsake lost in the shuffle of moving from one house
to another.
And still they stayed, though Legolas despaired that, even if they should
*want* to leave Arda, or Middle Earth, they couldn't, for the creation of
the continents had left him with no set idea as to which way to go, because
the Western shore was no longer where it once was, if it even still existed.
Over the millennia, Men changed, dividing themselves based on skin color
and whatnot, the greatness and nobility of Gondor, Rohan, and all the other
nations Legolas had known of old lost and forgotten.
Men fashioned new gods, though many were similar, and even at one point a
single Man claimed to be the son of the One.
Through all this change, Legolas stayed much the same, keeping to the
forests and wild places, occasionally venturing out in search of the magic
of old, and its creatures.
Even so, Dallandra reveled in the change over the ten millennia and more
of her life, having taken in a total of four orphaned children and raising
them as her own over the years, mourning their passing when they died.
Dallandra had a great deal of compassion and an even greater capacity for
love and affection towards others.
Over time, some magics of sorts was rediscovered by Mankind, which pleased
Legolas, though the coming of Roman Christianity did its best to squash it
out, claiming it inherently evil, made both he and his daughter shake their
heads at the fear the unknown that Man had developed, most likely in memory
of what the One Ring almost did, and wonder at the stupidity of certain Men
who killed innocent old men and women, but couldn't recognize true magic
when they saw it.
Dallandra was eventually invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry, though they were absolutely shocked to find that, not only
was she an Elf, but she was millennia too old to attend.
So, she was offered the teaching position for History of Magic, and offered
lessons and tutoring from the rest of the staff to learn what was considered
Human Magic. She took the offer, and spent a good century there, befriending
towards the end a young student by the name of Albus Dumbledore.
Hence why the old man knew Blaise had no intention of becoming a Death Eater.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blaise and her grandfather were discussing where Tolkien's version of the
story differed from what really had happened, when they heard a knock at
the door. Blaise rose, gesturing for her grandfather to stay sitting.
"I'll get it, Granda! An old man like you shouldn't be traipsing around like
you do!" she teased him even as he reset the Glamour that hid his Elven
appearance, as well as made him look older. Only Elven eyes could see through
it easily, and it took a very difficult charm to enable a human to see through
it. Legolas, a.k.a. Lance Green, had had a lot of time to perfect it, his long
pale blond hair, small braids woven within it here and there in the fashion
traditional to the Elves of Mirkwood, now appearing to be short and silvery
gray.
Legolas mock-glared at her, a smile twitching his lips as he retorted, "I am
not so old that I cannot get you for that later, young lady!"
Giggling, Blaise bolted out of the kitchen and towards the front door, her
grandfather following more slowly, acting the part of an old man. She quickly
schooled her features to blank and impassive, for it wouldn't help her
reputation as Slytherin's resident "Ice Queen" to be seen laughing and
being silly.
She reached out, opened the door, and raised a single chocolate-brown
eyebrow (yes, she's a brunette!) at the two wizards from the Ministry of
Magic (She really got a laugh out of that; the idea that a bunch of
politicians thought that they could regulate something as much a part
of nature and the world as magic...It was hilarious!) standing on the
porch.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
That's when her world was first turned upside-down.
"Blaise Zabini?"
She nodded, one eyebrow still raised as if to say "this had better be
good, or you'll regret it."
"I'm sorry bother you, Miss Zabini, and you, Mister Green," one of the
wizards said as he spotted her grandfather over her shoulder, "but I'm
afraid I'm the bearer of bad news."
He paused for quite some time, not even roused when his companion nudged
him in the ribs with an elbow. Finally Blaise quipped, "If my father's
dead, then don't worry. That would probably be the best news I've heard
in years, the arrogant bas-"
"Blaise! Language!"
"...Okay, he's an arrogant [pile of horse manure]."
Legolas sighed, then muttered, "That's not what I meant and you know
it..."
The Ministry wizard seemed to come to himself, then, steeling himself,
uttered the words that would change her forever: "Miss Zabini, I regret
to inform you that your mother is dead."
That froze her in her tracks.
No.
This can't be happening.
This has to be some kind of crazy, screwed-up nightmare. Her mother
was an Elf, for crying out loud! She was immortal! The only way she
could die would be if...!
"...She was found in the entrance hall to the Zabini family estate,
and she seems to have been impaled by a sharp object through the
belly, most likely a sword, and..." He trailed off, getting a really
good look at Blaise, who was swaying slightly back and forth, her eyes
glazed and unfocussed. "Miss Zabini?"
That's about when merciful unconsciousness caught up with her, and her
eyes rolled back in her head, her body toppling backwards into her
grandfather's arms.
"Don't just stand there and gape, you imbeciles! Either help me get her
upstairs and be useful, or leave and get out of my way!" Legolas snapped
as he swept his grandchild up into his arms, glaring at both wizards i
mpartially.
"But sir, we were supposed to bring her in for a statement! Procedure-!"
started the wizard who, until now, had stayed silent. He was cut off by
a look from Legolas which Blaise had once dubbed his "Uber-Scary Face,"
which she had altered into what she referred to as her "Glare of DOOM!".
Legolas then proceeded to slam the door in their faces, locked the door,
and stormed up the stairs to settle his burden on her bed, his footsteps
even so elf-light upon the steps.
They were going to have to have a long talk once she wasn't in shock
anymore.
It was time to reveal his last secret to the girl.
The secret that was her life.
***********************
1-11-03
Author's Notes: Yay! I've gotten the first two chapters written in
ONE DAY! I'm so proud of myself!
Just so you people know, this started out in my head as a COMPLETELY
different story, but, after I read "Single, Blonde Elf"
( http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1150730 ) by Jinni, it
morphed into the story that is now being written down. The idea that
Legolas might stay behind, not going on to the Undying Lands, and
Middle Earth is our past, I got from her story. But that's all that
I'm borrowing from her.
Thank you for reading; I hope you liked it, and will come back for more!
Author's Revision Notes: 4-29-04
Thranduilion means "Son of Thranduil", which is Legolas. Legolas
translates to "Greenleaf", hence the occasional reference to Legolas
as Legolas Greenleaf. I have no idea what "Daughter of Legolas" would
translate to, but I plan on finding out at some point.
Revised for future content and terminology.
By Rosy the Cat
Summary: Blaise Zabini isn't your average Slytherin. She's smart,
she's loyal, and she wants to kick Voldemort's arse. Oh, and she's
not human. LotR (movie cannon) /Harry Potter fusion with elements
from "The Sandman."
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not
limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books,
and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
The Lord of the Rings belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien, probably his
family, and New Line Cinemas, and probably a bunch of other people.
The Sandman belongs to Neil Gaiman, and DC Comics/Vertigo.
Chapter 2
Notation: [...] means the words are being spoken in Elvish
*************************
It was almost scary how perky and cheerful that day had started out.
The sky was blue, birds were chirping, the woods surrounding the modest
home of Lance Green shady and cool, with the comforting oatmeal cookie
smell of green tea with chamomile brewing wafting through the house from
the kitchen, where Blaise E. Zabini sat companionably sipping the tea
with her grandfather, re-reading "The Two Towers" for the bajilianth
time.
Yes, Blaise Zabini, Slytherin and pure-blooded witch, as far as she
knew, was a Lord of the Rings fangirl.
A friend from grade school, Lina, had gotten her interested when they'd
been in sixth grade.
Wouldn't Lina flip if she found out that their mutual favorite book series
was real?
Okay, so it wasn't *quite* real, considering the fact that no written record
of Middle Earth from that time existed, outside of the journals of one Mister
Lance Green, a.k.a. Legolas Thranduilion.
When she'd been informed of the Green family's ultra-secret-secret, Blaise
had gone running all through the house, screaming her trademark Lord of the
Rings Fangirl Scream of Joy (tm).
Hey, if you found out you were the granddaughter of one of your favorite
characters from your favorite books, you'd probably do the same thing!
She was half an elf, and darn proud of it!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her mother, apparently, had been born a few years before the rest of
Legolas' family left for the Undying Lands, Dallandra Green Zabini's
mother crossing the waters with them and leaving her child and the father
of said child behind, convinced with the tenacity of someone wrapped up
in their own little world that Legolas and their child would follow them
in a few more years.
Legolas never left.
At first he stayed because the idea of leaving his dear, non-elven
friends behind hurt too much.
Then they started to grow old and die. And even then he did not go,
convincing himself that his friends would have wanted him to keep an
eye on their descendants, and Dallandra should see more of the land of
her birth before they even considered following the majority of their
people. He was still fascinated by Men, and would often travel their
cities, his daughter at his side, the hoods of their cloaks up to hide
their elven ears, for most elves who had not left Middle Earth were in
hiding, and the story of the Fellowship had become legend, and was
swiftly becoming myth.
And still, they stayed.
Then the lands began to change, breaking up, separating, beaches and rocky
coasts gradually appearing where none had been before, until, when the
changing was for the most part done, the Shire, Mirkwood and Lothlorien
were not only hidden from human eyes, but also lost to the world, for
Legolas had lost track of where they had ended up in the shifting, much
like a treasured keepsake lost in the shuffle of moving from one house
to another.
And still they stayed, though Legolas despaired that, even if they should
*want* to leave Arda, or Middle Earth, they couldn't, for the creation of
the continents had left him with no set idea as to which way to go, because
the Western shore was no longer where it once was, if it even still existed.
Over the millennia, Men changed, dividing themselves based on skin color
and whatnot, the greatness and nobility of Gondor, Rohan, and all the other
nations Legolas had known of old lost and forgotten.
Men fashioned new gods, though many were similar, and even at one point a
single Man claimed to be the son of the One.
Through all this change, Legolas stayed much the same, keeping to the
forests and wild places, occasionally venturing out in search of the magic
of old, and its creatures.
Even so, Dallandra reveled in the change over the ten millennia and more
of her life, having taken in a total of four orphaned children and raising
them as her own over the years, mourning their passing when they died.
Dallandra had a great deal of compassion and an even greater capacity for
love and affection towards others.
Over time, some magics of sorts was rediscovered by Mankind, which pleased
Legolas, though the coming of Roman Christianity did its best to squash it
out, claiming it inherently evil, made both he and his daughter shake their
heads at the fear the unknown that Man had developed, most likely in memory
of what the One Ring almost did, and wonder at the stupidity of certain Men
who killed innocent old men and women, but couldn't recognize true magic
when they saw it.
Dallandra was eventually invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry, though they were absolutely shocked to find that, not only
was she an Elf, but she was millennia too old to attend.
So, she was offered the teaching position for History of Magic, and offered
lessons and tutoring from the rest of the staff to learn what was considered
Human Magic. She took the offer, and spent a good century there, befriending
towards the end a young student by the name of Albus Dumbledore.
Hence why the old man knew Blaise had no intention of becoming a Death Eater.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blaise and her grandfather were discussing where Tolkien's version of the
story differed from what really had happened, when they heard a knock at
the door. Blaise rose, gesturing for her grandfather to stay sitting.
"I'll get it, Granda! An old man like you shouldn't be traipsing around like
you do!" she teased him even as he reset the Glamour that hid his Elven
appearance, as well as made him look older. Only Elven eyes could see through
it easily, and it took a very difficult charm to enable a human to see through
it. Legolas, a.k.a. Lance Green, had had a lot of time to perfect it, his long
pale blond hair, small braids woven within it here and there in the fashion
traditional to the Elves of Mirkwood, now appearing to be short and silvery
gray.
Legolas mock-glared at her, a smile twitching his lips as he retorted, "I am
not so old that I cannot get you for that later, young lady!"
Giggling, Blaise bolted out of the kitchen and towards the front door, her
grandfather following more slowly, acting the part of an old man. She quickly
schooled her features to blank and impassive, for it wouldn't help her
reputation as Slytherin's resident "Ice Queen" to be seen laughing and
being silly.
She reached out, opened the door, and raised a single chocolate-brown
eyebrow (yes, she's a brunette!) at the two wizards from the Ministry of
Magic (She really got a laugh out of that; the idea that a bunch of
politicians thought that they could regulate something as much a part
of nature and the world as magic...It was hilarious!) standing on the
porch.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
That's when her world was first turned upside-down.
"Blaise Zabini?"
She nodded, one eyebrow still raised as if to say "this had better be
good, or you'll regret it."
"I'm sorry bother you, Miss Zabini, and you, Mister Green," one of the
wizards said as he spotted her grandfather over her shoulder, "but I'm
afraid I'm the bearer of bad news."
He paused for quite some time, not even roused when his companion nudged
him in the ribs with an elbow. Finally Blaise quipped, "If my father's
dead, then don't worry. That would probably be the best news I've heard
in years, the arrogant bas-"
"Blaise! Language!"
"...Okay, he's an arrogant [pile of horse manure]."
Legolas sighed, then muttered, "That's not what I meant and you know
it..."
The Ministry wizard seemed to come to himself, then, steeling himself,
uttered the words that would change her forever: "Miss Zabini, I regret
to inform you that your mother is dead."
That froze her in her tracks.
No.
This can't be happening.
This has to be some kind of crazy, screwed-up nightmare. Her mother
was an Elf, for crying out loud! She was immortal! The only way she
could die would be if...!
"...She was found in the entrance hall to the Zabini family estate,
and she seems to have been impaled by a sharp object through the
belly, most likely a sword, and..." He trailed off, getting a really
good look at Blaise, who was swaying slightly back and forth, her eyes
glazed and unfocussed. "Miss Zabini?"
That's about when merciful unconsciousness caught up with her, and her
eyes rolled back in her head, her body toppling backwards into her
grandfather's arms.
"Don't just stand there and gape, you imbeciles! Either help me get her
upstairs and be useful, or leave and get out of my way!" Legolas snapped
as he swept his grandchild up into his arms, glaring at both wizards i
mpartially.
"But sir, we were supposed to bring her in for a statement! Procedure-!"
started the wizard who, until now, had stayed silent. He was cut off by
a look from Legolas which Blaise had once dubbed his "Uber-Scary Face,"
which she had altered into what she referred to as her "Glare of DOOM!".
Legolas then proceeded to slam the door in their faces, locked the door,
and stormed up the stairs to settle his burden on her bed, his footsteps
even so elf-light upon the steps.
They were going to have to have a long talk once she wasn't in shock
anymore.
It was time to reveal his last secret to the girl.
The secret that was her life.
***********************
1-11-03
Author's Notes: Yay! I've gotten the first two chapters written in
ONE DAY! I'm so proud of myself!
Just so you people know, this started out in my head as a COMPLETELY
different story, but, after I read "Single, Blonde Elf"
( http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1150730 ) by Jinni, it
morphed into the story that is now being written down. The idea that
Legolas might stay behind, not going on to the Undying Lands, and
Middle Earth is our past, I got from her story. But that's all that
I'm borrowing from her.
Thank you for reading; I hope you liked it, and will come back for more!
Author's Revision Notes: 4-29-04
Thranduilion means "Son of Thranduil", which is Legolas. Legolas
translates to "Greenleaf", hence the occasional reference to Legolas
as Legolas Greenleaf. I have no idea what "Daughter of Legolas" would
translate to, but I plan on finding out at some point.
Revised for future content and terminology.