Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter One: Iris Clayton ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Chapter One:
Iris Clayton’s POV

“You will never leave me, Iris. Do you hear me? Even if you decapitated my body, burn this house to the ground, and leave London; you will never leave me. You will still be the frighten little girl with the devil’s eyes I met years ago. The little girl who feared death, longing not to be engulf by it’s deadly song. The girl who feared her mother’s tainted hands, which, covered her daughter’s sinful flesh! I did you a favor of not letting you die, but now, I should have let death take you to hell with her…”

“You will always be mine! My love, my wife, my child…”

That was the last words that my husband withered to me before I killed him. I was his wife, lover, mistress, and slave. I worshiped the ground he walked on while he brushed me away like carcass. I would do anything he says without a beat as he suffocates me with his strong hands. If I disobeyed him, he would abuse me until the ancient blood he gave to me ran out of my flesh. I gave my whole soul to him, yet still treated me like…nothing.

I thought I was free form his abuse and violence until I entered the world he sheltered me from. For so many years, he did everything for me, now that he was dead, I did not know what to do. It suffocated me as I tried to be independent: doing everything on my own, even protecting myself from other vampires. At the end, all I did was cause problems for myself to handle. I was almost killed by an elder vampire, before I used my witchcraft on him. From that experience, I decided to enter my Eternal Sleep than to avoid the challenges of being on my own. I wanted so much to prove to him that I can do it on my own.

I failed.

Therefore, to hide the shame I wore, I went to sleep. Hoping the world would end. When I finally awaken, the world that I tried to leave will be gone.

That was eighty years ago, when I finally escape the terrifying dream, my past and entered the nightmare the Eternal Sleep.

Now that I have awaken, the world of jazz, horseless carriage, the Charleston, and the radio is replace with rock, designer cars, the “Soulja Boy” dance, and plasma television. The conversations have changed and the spirits of a new fearless generation replaced the ancient world. For once, I wanted to be part of the new world of blissful hell. I was tried of being afraid of living in the past, obeying the old law of the 19th century, and I was tried of being afraid and own by him. I wanted to live. And I did.

It has been a year since I awoken from my deep slumber and I do not regret my choice of living. Since then, I learned to forgive my debtors and accepted my haunted past but it haven’t been easy. I also accepted being a pure blood witch and vampire, before then I only accepted my vampirism. To think, I thought my powers vanished when I became a vampire. Yet, if I haven’t discover my powers and used it to kill my husband, he would still be alive. Finally, I have learned to forgive my husband for all the pain he caused me.

Since all the emotional burden and woes is forever vanquished, another surprise happened to me. This surprise came as a letter, carried by an owl.

I arrived home at twelve in the afternoon after a morning of window shopping, when I checked the mail. Do not get me wrong, I have the money to buy anything of my desire, I just like to look at the nice clothing and the happiness on people’s faces when they come out of the stores. To the point, I check the mail, as usual there were bills to pay, junk mail, and an invitation to Mr. Winston of Bloomsdale’s masquerade party. I really did not know him but I once met him at the hotel lounge and talked to him. He seem nice, charming and grand humorous, but…I did not care for him. I decided not to attend the party and threw the invitation in the trash.

As I went though the rest of the mail, I notice an owl standing on the rail of the balcony. Strange, I always thought owls come at night, if they come during the day, then someone will die. I hope Mr. Winston does not die tonight.

The owl, a deep brown color with large sapphire eyes, looks at me, patiently. I put the mail down on the leather sofa and approached the owl. As I got closer, I notice he had a letter attached to his feet. Immediately, I untied the letter from his feet. He release a small crow, still standing on the rail.

The front of the envelope was interesting:

Mrs. Iris Nya Norris-Clayton
14th floor of the Harrington Hotel
In Room 450 at the balcony

I chuckled lightly. Whoever sent the letter must be another vampire or worst, a stalker? This was too precise. I immediately opened the letter and almost dropped it. This has to be a dream.

Dear Mrs. Clayton,

You have been selective to become a student of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is strange that you receive your letter several years later, but I believe you posses a great amount power and outstanding intelligence to be a student.

Eighty-three years ago, when we first meant, I knew that you should be a student but due to the laws preventing vampires’ possessing a slight of witchcraft, you could not be a student. Now that I am Headmaster of Hogwarts, I am asking you personally to attend Hogwarts. Although you have the opportunity to reject the letter, please consider the invitation.

I promise that you will be safe at Hogwarts and anyone will not harm you. Your powers will grow as you learn to control them as you complete the school year. Finally, you have the freedom of making friends, living life, and even, as I say, find love. If you do consider going to Hogwarts, and I know you will, there is a second paper that have the things you will need for the school year.

Hogwarts will be a wonderful choice, Mrs. Clayton. Please, think carefully before replying to me back.


Sincerely,


Albus Dumbledore


I read the letter three times before I finally realize this is not a dream. The letter I am holding from the man I met the night I left my husband for good and burn the house I once shared with him. He gave me chocolate, which I love to death, and told me about Hogwarts. He wanted every child, who posse witchcraft, to attend Hogwarts but, at the time, the school was under strict orders from the “Ministry of Magic.” I can still remember his words he once said to me.

“If I was Headmaster of Hogwarts, I will allow muggle-born, or whomever have powers to attend the school.”

I thought he was crazy until I receive this letter I am holding. Maybe I should attend this “Hogwarts” for a year. Maybe I will enjoy the school and would love to come back again. I don’t know, I do not like planning for the future since I can live for as long as I have the will.

I went to the marble, gothic decorated desk and begin to write a respond. Before I could touch the paper with my pen, I thought about my decision. What if I am making a mistake? What if this is a joke from someone or a trap that someone set up for me. The question is who? Then again, I don’t have any enemies so why worry? I made up my mind, I would love to go to Hogwarts. To learn about my witch heritage, more intriguing things I have not learn yet, and know more about myself. It can be another chapter of my life that I am willingly to start.

I press the pen on the college ruled paper and wrote:

I would love to, Albus Dumbledore.

I put it in the envelope and tired it to the owl’s leg. I pet him before he flew from the balcony to his master. I wonder what Hogwarts is like. Maybe it is like all the Secondary schools I see around London or better. As I lean on the balcony’s rail, my cat, Lelio rub against my leg. I pick him up from the ground and held the black and white stripe cat to my breast. He purred against my ear as I peck his neck. Then a thought came to my head.

Where do I get the books at?