Narcosa

Prolouge

Frost cursed the air as a storm approached from the north, forcing the children and adults to find shelter. Four figures stand before a large mansion, waiting before a great door.

Inside the home, Vaemera a young girl of ten seats herself closest to the fire with a large book before her. Her father stands farther away speaking in a hushed voice with a middle aged man dressed in expensive robes that appeared to be beautifully tailored. Behind the gentleman stands a tall, thin women scolding two boys. Vaemera didn't recognize the boys, but upon hearing her name she obediently approaches them. Her father nodding encouraging her. As she got closer the women takes ahold of her face examining her carefully, releasing her once satisfied she was going to be a beautiful women for her son. Except, the girl held one flaw; her eyes one a obsidian black, the other a emerald green.

"What's wrong with her eyes? They're different colors." The women snaps towards the girl's father.

The man bows his head taking the girl's shoulders into his hands, holding her protectively. "When she was born both eyes were like mine, dark. As you well know her mother was murdered by a half breed who used the killing curse. As I cradled my daughter before her mother's dead body her left eye turned a beautiful green. Nothing is wrong with my daughter she is just a reminder of how her mother and my beloved, was killed."

"It would seem it was a cause of remnant magic." The women nodded glancing towards her husband as he spoke. Vaemera later learned she was Walburga Black. She held a stern cold glare, her face pointed and gaunt, her lips disappearing whenever she smiled. The gentlemen Orion Black on the other hand was tall with a well built frame appearing friendly enough, until Vaemera caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were dark, almost black and held a fierce gleam causing Vaemera to shiver slightly. This couple were pure bloods who frowned upon half-bloods, they also held a remarkable hatred for muggle borns thinking themselves above all. The boys were introduced to her as Sirius and Regulus, their looks similar to that of their father, but their eyes held no gleam of hatred, only a glimmer of childhood mischief. Both were tall for their age as well as handsome.

Her father smiled weakly and began to usher them towards the dining room, "Why don't you boys follow Vaemera to the dining room, there you'll find hot chocolate and cake. But make sure you save room for dinner, we have a wonderful dinner in store for you." Once the children had left the room the discussion of important matters began. The reason behind the Black family's company.

The Fowl family was among the sacred 29 most powerful pure blood families. The title 'pureblood' referring to the deliberate absence of muggle blood. The idea of blood purity stretching as far back as the days of Salazar Slytherin. The idea gaining popularity when the shunning of muggle borns as the witch hunts began. As per tradition Walburga had married Orion, her second cousin in order to hold up the families purity. The Fowl family held their title proudly, just as the Black family did. Artemis Fowl had married a beautiful French women named Synthia Rosewood, although not a part of the sacred 29 she held powerful and respected pure blood qualities. They expected the purity of their families to continue with the marriage of their two oldest children.

But not everything is what it seems behind the closed doors of the Fowl family.
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My name is Vaemera Fowl, and I grew up with a saying as all children do. "A meaningful silence is better then meaningless words." My father said this every morning and every evening without fail for nearly 11 years. This philosophy was to prepare me for my eventual marriage to the eldest son of Orion Black, Sirius. I never spoke back and I never spoke without being spoken to. My father liked it that way being the old fashioned man he was. I'm the first and only child born to the Fowl household, as well as the first girl to be born into the family in seven generations. My mother died when I was young and was the love of my father's life or so I'm told. I guess her death sucked the life out of him. He rarely smiled and was a harsh hateful man, though he was rich and could easily marry again he chose not to. He chose to live in a large home with me and a body guard he called his family.

As his first born child I held duties and responsibilities other children might not have. I was expected to finish my schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a powerful and loyal member of the Slytherin House, then I was to marry Sirius. That's all anyone ever told me, I was never told I had a choice, or that I could go against my father's wishes. Until the very first dinner of my first year, the Sorting Hat was placed upon my head and he began to think. Something unheard of in Fowl history.

I remember my first night at Hogwarts, the Great Hall had been stunning taking my breath away for seconds. It was lit by thousands upon thousands of candles floating against a bewitched ceiling that represented the night sky. Below them were four long tables that held golden plates and goblets waiting for the coming feast. At the head of the hall lay a long table with all the staff seated waiting for Professor Mcgonagall to lead the small group of first years to them for the sorting. The closer we got I spotted a stool, and on it lay the Sorting Hat. My father had told me the hat had been Godric Gryffindor's and was bewitched for sorting purposes, besides sorting the hat also aided student if ever the need arose. I watched as students were called up one by one, each being sorted into one of the four. My stomach clenched sickeningly as my name was called. My father had told me I was expected to be sorted into Slytherin, although deep down I wasn't quite sure I even wanted to be sorted into the historically dark house.

Once placed onto my head the sorting hat began to speak, "Hmm where to put you." My head jerked left and right as he thought it through. "Your family history has always been Slytherin, but I see a glimmer of doubt. No there's a need and drive far better suited for Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." After a tedious two minutes he yelled proudly, "Gryffindor!" My heart sank and before being removed from my head he spoke privately to me, "don't feel so down hearted, I can see your past and your future. Slytherin would have ruined you. In Gryffindor you'll have the chance change the world if you so choose."

Cheers erupted as I made my way to the table that would be my own for the next 7 years. I glanced at the Slytherin table, immediately I knew I had made enemies. The sorting continued and I watched as Sirus's name was called the hat didn't even think, "GRYFFINDOR." It would seem the sorting hat had a wish for the two most powerful families to break tradition.

Sirius made his way towards me and sat down. "Well, we should prepare for the howlers we'll be receiving in the morning. I imagine my mother and father will not be pleased."

"Father will end me."

That was only the beginning, I would soon realize by being sorted into Gryffindor I was to be deemed a traitor by association. My father sent one letter, with nine words.

Don't disgrace my name more then you already have.

I touched none of my breakfast and began to cry, Sirius entered the room and upon seeing my tears he slung his arm across my shoulders and whispered assurances, none of which I believed at the time. If only being sorted into Gryffindor was the most of my problems. Another letter lay in my hands, the true reason for my tears, one forwarded to me by my father from Saint Mungo's confirming our suspicions. I was ill and there was nothing the doctors could do to reverse such an affliction. I took my wand out and burned both of the letters, the ashes floating into my untouched breakfast.

Once my tears dried I began to look ahead, I studied and soon became known as the most powerful witch to ever enter Hogwarts. Few people challenged me, even the older students.
Five years soon passed and I began to feel the effects of my affliction. I became obsessed spending long hours in the library researching, hoping. I began to lose sleep, as the stress mounted I soon began to lose friends. All but one, Sirius still hung around but he didn't know what was wrong. My father hadn't wished for the Black family to know the girl their son was betrothed to was fated to die. It soon didn't matter, Sirius was eventually removed from the Black family name. I then felt free from my father's grasp, unafraid to reveal my affliction to my closest friend.

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