Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Silence ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Breaking Silence

 

Enter Our Reserved Hero!

Remus was just tired. Tired of everything! Of his and Gwen's fighting over nothing at all. Tired of putting on a brave calm face for his friends when that was far from the truth. Tired of seeing this girl randomly saying more to her then he's every said to anyone else then leaving and feeling like it's all a dream that he keeps waking up too. He just wants to keep dreaming.

 

Enter Our Heroine

Sophie Naldeg is much the same as our hero she's tired of the silence that she endures tired of the lies she sends home. She tired of charm homework she just does not get. Tired of not having anyone to ask for help. She's tired of desperately trying to be the perfect daughter even though her family carries a secret about her that will stop that from ever happening.

 

Enter The Room of Requirements

This may be the scene of a crime for the death of charms if the students have any say about it! In this story of family, love, trust, silence and the breaking of it.

 

Chapter One

 

A young girl, women rather walked up one of the many moving stair cases trying not to walk into anything solid. "I ghost would almost be welcomed by now." She said aloud to no one in particular except maybe herself. "At least the cold rush would wake me up.," she thought sleepily. She shook her long hair out of her face. The smoky black curls always seemed to be getting in her face and her eyes especially, annoyance shown in their cloudy depths. "I really should just cut them off." She said aloud again to herself. She knew she wouldn't though. There the only feature that she and her estranged family had in common. Her mother, her two sisters, and herself, all shared curly black hair. Her father, to her continued dismay, did not look a thing like her, or act like her. Unless they were introduced together with their last names, no one would believe they were related. So bitterly, she would keep them as her vain, desperate attempt to fit into the Naldeg family.

She sighed and jumped the last trick stair that comes right before the Ravensclaw common room's floor. Her legs were screaming in protest from the weight of books in her arms. She was coming from the library having gotten a head start on getting books that interested her. It was the first of September and she had opted out of going to the sorting ceremony and start of the year feast. She didn't have anyone to catch up with so she just ate on the train, then left discretely to her true home, and love the library. Her and the head librarian had an understanding, she wouldn't make a mess and always put her books back and ones she found laying around, and she would turn a blind eye to the girls Sophie's constant presence before during and after hours. Sophie felt the only reason she truly was getting away with this was that the librarian felt Sophie was a kindred spirit.

Making her way to the painting that housed the common rooms door, she said the password and looked inside. For being the "Intellectual" house, Ravensclaw's partied just was much as Gryffindor were rumored to. Not wanting to deal with the noise Sophie walked quickly to store the books she had gotten onto her bed and drew the curtains. Having completed that she turned around went right back down into the corridor. "Looks like I'll be visiting my favorite room sooner than I though I would be." She said to herself again. She paused for a moment considering something then continued down to the stair well. "I really must stop talking to myself, its going to make me look even crazier than I really am." The trip to the corridor that held the Room of Requirements was quick and one her legs knew well. It had come to the point that she made the trip without any thought needed. Reaching her destination, she started to pace and think.

She was trying to think about what she had dubbed her room but other thoughts kept creeping into her mind. She wanted was her room so she could collapse read for a little while then go to sleep. After seeing the party and all the happy expressions from her fellow house mates, she wasn't sure if it was what she really needed. For the past six years, she had kept to herself fighting too many internal battles to care or have the strength for having to go out of her comfort zone and talk with other people. Remembering the happy faces, she thought for a moment that she might actually go back and socialize but after six years, she felt it to be too late to start socializing now.

Despite her distracted thinking the door appeared quick enough. With a contented sigh, Sophie walked into her room. "I'm home." She announced looking around. It was just as she left it on the last day of school last year.

A spacious room, kind of like a loft, the front portion was taken up by large comfy chairs, arm chairs made of soft supple leather, large bean filled cushions, relining chairs, a vast assortment for when she got tired of one she could move on to another. An old fashion writing desk was at the right side of the vast room on a wall with a window that showed the Forbidden Forest as well as the Whomping willow. The only reason she knew that this was a false window was that the weather matched what ever mood she was in. once when she had been particularly upset, the room created a balcony for her relax on.

The room was styled in deep midnight blues and rich plumbs with emerald greens, all her favorite. She was constantly wondering why the Room was so good to her; she didn't deserve it that was for sure.

Walking over to the writing desk, she looked to inspect and see if anything had changed. "You got me a present?" she asked the Room. On the desk was a quill, a pot of open ink, a scroll of parchment, and a folded up piece of parchment. On it in simple script was Write to me.

"Wonderful. Now the Room wanted me to write to it." She muttered to herself. She thought of all the things in the past it had done for her and it made her pause and think how much she kinda owed the Room. In a time were she could or would talk to no one it had offered a haven of sorts. In a way it had been her family for these past six years, as sad as that sounded. So she sat down on a whim and decided to write, at least she could kill time until most of the partying was over.

Hello I guess,

I'm not sure who you are, or for that matter, what you are, but I figured there was no reason not to try this anyways. I'm not sure really what to say. I'm not even sure if anyone/thing is going to answer.

Yours skeptically

A Lady

P.S I'm only doing this to appease a room. Does this make me crazy?

She grinned. Even thought the whole letter didn't really make any sense, she signed it the same as her favorite author, Jane Austen. While she had been writing, sealing wax and a candle had appeared thanks to the wonders of her favorite room. Using what had been left for her, she simply left the letter on the desk.

Looking at the clock that was always present when she needed it, she decided to make her way up to bed. With eyes half closed, she managed to make it back up to her room, change, and fall into bed well before anyone else.

The wake up bell wrung way too early for Sophie the next morning. She mentally groaned and stood stretching, trying to work the sleep from her system. Going through the motions of the morning, she thought ahead to her first day of class's. Potions was shaping to be the worst, she was going to be in an advanced potions class, farther ahead than anyone her age, this class was also filled with people in Slytherin, actually solely Slytherin.

Sophie was so deep in her thoughts she didn't look up when the owls came in with the morning mail. In fact it wasn't until a very irritated horned owl stared pecking her that she paid anything any attention. A group of girls, one was Gwen who sleeps in her dorm, stared giggling, openly laughing at her. Sophie felt color rising in to her cheeks as she untied the message from irate owl's leg. She fed the owl her remaining toast as an apology and ripped open the letter.

Hello Lady,

Your letter made about as much sense as it could considering the situation. I'm assuming something as random as instructions sitting on a desk in the Room of Requirements happened to you, which is at least how I came a cross your letter. I do hope you get this letter in return, I am rather curious about someone who would write a letter to appease a room. Though I'm not sure yet if you are crazy or not, I think the better question would be who's crazier, the person writing a letter to appease a room or the person writing back to the person appeasing the room. I shall be waiting impatiently for your reply

Yours expectantly

A Gentleman

She just looked at the piece of parchment with a smile on her face. This could get interesting!