Her stroy told.

[Kiara Johnson]

     "Surely, you mean to tell me that the monster standing next to your father is my father."  I had asked.  I only got a snide grin from him.  This annoyed me considerably.  
"Oh, and by the way, Draco, if you ever speak poorly of my mother again, you'll find out the difference between a sorcerer and a wizard, the hard way."  I glared at him.  "Well, I guess if I must go meat this monstrosity, then we should go."  I stood up from the bench but Draco didn't move.  
"Well, aren't you coming along?"  I asked, hoping that he was.  I might not like this little weasel but at least I wouldn't have to go alone if he came with me.  However, he just shook his head no.  So, I walked along the garden and took the flight of stairs to my appointed room and out to the balcony where my father awaited me.

 I stepped out to the balcony and immediately wished I hadn't.  I had an immediate flash back of the night my mother was killed, as if seeing it through his eyes.  Once again, a chill swept through my body, it penetrated to my very bone.  I was suddenly very frightened of this wizard.

    "Leave us."  My father commanded, and Lucius obeyed, quickly he left the balcony and the room, for that matter.  I wondered, what kind of man this was that could have ultimate power over such a powerful wizard as Lucius.

 "Kiara, what a pleasure to finally have you in my grasp."  He said in a snake-like hiss.

    That was when I learned my first lesson as to just how much my father demanded absolute loyalty.  His words had shocked me and I wasn't ready to except him as my father.  He had killed my mother and I could not, forgive him for it.

    "I am sure you find it to be such a pleasure when you hear what I have to say."  I replied in a more than angry tone.  Voldemort stood there, unmoving, his red eyes burning into my mind.  
"I think you'll find it a pleasure to obey me and quite painful, to do other wise, child."  He warned, and I didn't heed it.
"You killed my mother, I will NOT, obey you, I will NOT, do anything to please you, you repulse me."  I retorted.
"Crucio!"  He yelled, I hit the ground, my whole body burning; it felt as though someone was tearing at every single muscle in my body, even my brain hurt.  When he finally let up on me, I had passed out. "  Kiara stopped there for a moment to regard the reaction of her granddaughter.  Celeste's face had paled slightly.
"You mean your father did something that awful to you?  Oh my goodness, I thought that parents loved their children.  I guess I've been blind all these years."  She said in a faraway voice, looking out over the now shadowed garden.
"It's getting late, perhaps we should continue this in the house?"  Kiara suggested, also looking around the garden at the creeping shadows.
"Ok grandma."  Celeste answered, knowing that her grandmother never stayed out side much after dark.  For some reason, it seemed as though she was frightened if the dark.

[Damion]

Interesting, I thnk i am growing to like this one, the more I read it.  Please, if you would.....

[Kiara Johnson]

The two stood up, Kiara disposed of the blanket they had been using, with a flick of her wrist.  Then, they walked together along the garden path to the front door and quietly stepped inside.  Celeste noticed that Kiara stepped around the shadows as the walked, she didn't ask as to why, she was sure that in her story, her grandmother would eventually come to the reason why.  They sat in front of the fire, now Kami was here as well; she looked between the two then stood.
"It's alright Kami, you can stay, if you wish, I'm just telling my story to Celeste, you've heard some of it and are more than welcome to sit through the rest, if you feel you have the time."  Kiara spoke to her daughter.
"Ok, I think I will stay for a bit.  Where are you at this moment?"  Kami asked, smiling now.  Her mother seldom offered to let her sit with them.  Usually, more often than not, Kiara and Celeste would spend days, in each other's company, not allowing any others to interrupt.  Kiara explained where they were at then she continued.

    When I finally awoke, I was laying still on the ground where I fell.  I sat up slowly, trying to ignore the pain in my pounding head.  I looked around only to find Draco staring down at me with that annoying smirk he always seemed to wear.
"How does it feel, Kara?"  He asked.
I just stared at him, wishing he'd go away and did not answer, I got up and went to my vanity chair and sat down, looking into the mirror.
"You look good, why do you always look into that mirror when you don't need to worry about appearances?"  Draco asked me.  I almost choked at his words.  He actually complemented me, is a sick sort of way, but he had complemented me.  
"Oh, I –" I stumbled over the words, shocked at his words as I was.  "I look into the mirror to remember what my mother looked like."  I finally finished, turning to regard him once again.  
"Oh, well ok then."  Draco replied then he turned and left my company.
He really was a confusing boy.  One moment he could be the sweetest thing in this world, then the next --- POW!  He hits you with some of the harshest words you could ever hear from a person.  I merely shook my head then got up again and went to bed.

    When I awoke the next day, I noticed Draco had been in early that morning.  HE laid out some flowers on my vanity and a note attached to the mirror.  It read:

Kiara, Please except this offering for your forgiveness yesterday.  I realize I acted the jerk, once again.  I don't know why I always do this to you.  Perhaps it's jealously.  Sorry,

Draco Malfoy

    I picked up the flowers and put them aside, I would have to find a vase for them after breakfast.  Then I smiled and put the note away in the drawer of the vanity.  I didn't know what to make of it.  Was it just another of his tricks to get me relaxed then spring something horrid on me or was he serious?  I couldn't tell so I took it very lightly indeed, and I most certainly didn't forgive him, I wasn't that stupid.
"Celeste dear.  Could you go and get your poor, helpless grandmother a drink please?"  Kiara asked with a great smile.
"Poor, helpless --- BAH!  But I'll get you one any way."  Celeste got up and went to the kitchen to fetch Kiara a drink so she could continue with her story.  When she returned, her grandfather had joined the crowd.  

  Celeste paused in the archway to the room, just for a moment, her grandfather some what scared her, although she knew he'd never harm her.  He was an impressive wizard.  Now, middle aged looking although his age was quite undetermined and Celeste had never asked it.  He stood a good six feet tall had dark, almost black hair and the most impressive ice blue eyes she had ever seen.  His name was Moloch.

     It was those eyes that frightened her, they always seemed to glow, almost as if her were putting on a mask of some sort.  She wasn't sure really.  However, she thought that perhaps, this wasn't what he really looked like.

   Celeste smiled at him and handed Kiara her drink as she sat down.
"Well, hello Celeste."  Moloch greeted with a genuinely warm smile.
"Hello grandfather.  What brings you out to the house this evening?"  Celeste answered.
"Well, your grandmother told me she was telling her story tonight so I thought I'd come by and see how goes it."  Moloch answered.
"Ok, then, lets get on with it."  Kiara smiled at the two of them.
"Ok, sorry grandmother."  Celeste answered.
Moloch nodded at her and settled down on the couch to listen.  Although he already knew the story, he still delighted in hearing it over again.  He found Kiara's life very interesting indeed.

    Well, I went down to breakfast that morning but found that Draco and I were the only ones to dine that day.  He told me his father and mother had gone off with Voldemort upon his command so, it went.
"Did you like the flowers?"  Draco asked of me.
"Yes, they were beautiful, thanks."  I answered, not looking at him.
"Do you forgive me?"  Draco persisted.  I then looked at him and found that he actually looked scared.
"Draco, I can't forgive you.  What you said to me was the worst thing a person could ever say-- Then to add insult to injury, you actually seemed to enjoy the fact that my father was there, you knew what would happen if I defied him, didn't you?  Yet, you did nothing to warn me.  I should pay you back that kindness one day.  I don't forget easily."  I had replied.  He sat there looking for the entire world as if I had just stuck a knife into his chest and twisted it.  I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him, I couldn't.

[Sabastian]

Why you bother posting your stories here is beyond me, no one ever reads in here, Although, I do see you have given us much more on your sight.  they just don't know what they are missing.  Love hun, please continue, even if they aren't reading.  see ya later.

[Damion]

^^*Raises brow, you must know her personaly*

keep it going Kiara, I am reading....

[Kiara Johnson]

(Thanks guys  I will post more late  ;))

[Zack]

Bump, please continue, this is one of my Favorite stories

[Kiara Johnson]

After about a week, and just two before the start of the school term, my father visited me again.  This time, he had some plans for me.  I was taken to a forest clearing, someplace, all around us were what he called Death Eaters.  They were his most loyal servants.  HE had me stand in front of them for all to see, like I was some sort of prize, or something.  Then, he did something to me, I really didn't know how it happened, but I suddenly wanted more than anything to serve him as the others did.  I would later find out that it was called the imperious charm.  Wizards use it to control others, to make them do their bidding, really, an awful thing.  And if you don't know you're under it then it works like a – well, charm."  Kiara paused and took a drink from her glass.
 
    What I did that night was awful, you see, my father wanted to show my powers off to his followers so he had me kill, several Muggles that night.  I even killed a Ministry official.  They killing of them was one thing but, the way I personally chose to do it, that was another.

    I think that I'll skip the way as to how I killed those poor people.  It is a bit, shall we say, horrifying.
"Please grandmother, tell us.  I want to know everything, you promised you'd tell me."  Celeste spoke.
"Alright, but I did warn you."  Kiara replied.

    The first, a Muggle male about in his forties, I simply made him explode.  Nothing more than that, then the second, a Muggle female, I burned her alive.  I remember my father smiling at her screams, as if it excited him to hear it.  When I noticed how happy he had become from a simple anguished scream, I wanted no more than to make him even happier so the next four or five, I tortured relentlessly with fire or ice.  I even shocked one to death with a lightning bolt.  Really, it was a mess.  Bodies lying all over the place and his hunger never seemed to abate.  He finally let me stop after I had killed over 40 Muggles.  The Death Eaters all-laughing at their demise, saying things like "Death to all Muggles."  Or "Bring on the MUDDBLOODS!"  Muddblood is a particularly bad word for any witch or wizard born of Muggle decent, not pure blood.

    After the night was over, we all headed back to the Malfoy Manor.  What I heard later that night was terrible, it angered me more than anything else they could have done.

    I was thought to be sleeping, resting after such a brutal night.  However, I wasn't.  
"So, young Malfoy, I think you shall be the husband for my daughter.  It would seem best, after all, your father is my closest friend."  Voldemort was saying.  It took all I had in me to keep from getting up and killing the both of them.
"Thank you my Lord.  I was hoping for the chance to ask this of you now though, it would seem, you feel the same as I do."  Draco answered him.
"And just how is that?"  Voldemort asked,
"That Kiara needs some one to keep her on the right path.  Her mother spoiled her to the other ways.  She will be difficult."  Draco answered him again.
"You are perceptive boy.  Good, I hoped that you were capable of understanding your position in this matter."  Voldemort finished, and then I heard him leave the room.

    Kiara then stopped and took another drink, remembering how angry she had been at the thought of her marrying Draco.  She shook it out of her mind then turned to Moloch and smiled.
"You've heard this story many times Moloch.  What posses you to hear it again?"  Kiara inquired.  Moloch smiled at her, a warm but accusing smile.
"My dear lady, you seem to forget that I can listen to your voice until the end of time, it makes not a bit of difference what comes out of it.  It is the most beautiful thing this world has ever been blessed with."  He leaned down and kissed her cheek lightly.  Kiara smiled.
"Your nothing more than an old charmer.  Even when it's yelling at you, you find it beautiful?"  Kiara accused.
"Well, then it becomes a bit scary."  Moloch admitted with a smile.
"Well then, shell I continue?"  Kiara asked.
"Yes, sorry for the interruption, please continue."  Moloch replied, still smiling.

    The last week of summer break was at an end; Draco and I had been dropped off at Kingscross station to board a train called the Hoggwarts Express.  At first sight, it was nothing more than a Muggle trains station.  I was confused.  I couldn't figure out how, when the magic world was so hidden from the Muggles that we were to board a train to a Wizarding school, when it was right in the middle of a Muggle station.  I soon found out.

    "Platform 9 and ¾ is our boarding spot."  Draco told me.
I looked at my ticket and sure enough that is what it said.  We walked along the station; our trunks, full of books and other things needed for the school year, setting on trolleys that we pushed out in front of us.  Draco pointed out a spot, right between platforms 9 and 10 and told me that this was the way to platform 9 and ¾.  I was further confused until he looked around and then ran straight towards the brick wall and vanished right through it.  I followed suit.  It was really quite brilliant, the way they had it set up.  The train was an old steam engine.  We bordered the train and stowed our things in the compartments above our heads.

    After a few minutes, two other young wizards came into the compartment.  Draco looked up at them and sneered.  
"Crabbe, Goyle, this is Kiara.  She's new to the school and possibly will be one of us, soon.  Play nice."  He told them.
"Uh, ya, what ever you say Draco.  Do you not want us to sit with you then?"  The one named Crabbe asked.
"Don't be ridiculous!  Of course you're to sit with us.  Didn't your father tell you that she'd be here?"  Draco asked, obviously annoyed at the two.
"Uh, ya, I think he did mention it.  Ok, sorry bout that."  Goyle said as he sat his rather large self on the bench, opposite us and next to the equally large Crabbe.
"Hum, Draco.  If you don't mind, I'm going for a walk around the train for a moment, I'll be back after a bit."  I told him.  All he did was look at me and wave.  I left then.

    I came upon a compartment with three people sitting in it.  Instantly, I had a feeling I wanted, more than anything else, to go in and talk to the young wizard with the dark brown hair, sitting next to a red haired boy and across from a girl.  I stepped in, not knowing why I felt this strongly about him, and introduced myself.

    "Hi, I'm Kiara.  I'm new here, was just walking past, and thought I'd say hey."  I said.
The three of them looked at me for a moment then the one with the red hair narrowed his eyes.
"Didn't I see you come on to the train with Malfoy?"  He asked, almost hatefully.  I was taken back by his manner and stumbled over my next words.
"I, I well, ya, I did.  I live with the Malfoy's.  What difference does that make?"  I asked him pointedly, now growing angry for his judgment.
Then the dark haired boy spoke up.
"Hi Kiara, I'm Harry, Harry Potter."  He introduced himself, holding out his hand to shake mine.  I then took his offered hand to shake it and when our hands net, there was a spark.  We both jumped back from it, wide-eyed and curious.  
"What was that?"  I asked first.
Harry looked at me.  "You didn't do it?"  He asked.
"No, I thought you did."  I had replied.
Suddenly the girl, who had been quietly watching our exchange, stood up.
"Do it again, shake hands again."  She told us.  So we did but nothing happened this time except that when he looked into my eyes, I felt suddenly like I knew him, had known him all my life.  I turned away.
"I'm Hermione, by the way."  The girl stated.
"Nice to meet you" I replied, although a bit, absentmindedly.  Suddenly I turned and looked at the red head again.  He had stood up and was staring at me.
"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."  He put his hand out.  I shook it.
"Hi."  I smiled.  Then, the whistle blew and I told them that I'd see them later, at school and I went back to my compartment.  For some reason, I didn't feel like telling Draco about the people I just met.  Instead, I laid my head on his shoulder and went to sleep.

[Evil_To_The_Max]

am i going to be in this story?

[Kiara Johnson]

My dearest Max, I do believe you have become a big pert of Kiara's life, wouldn't you say?

[Kiara Johnson]

Kiara paused again and looked at her audience.  
"I think, it's about time Kami and I started dinner.  I can continue after."  She said, standing up and looking at the rest.  
Kami quickly rose to her feet and she and Kiara went to the kitchen, leaving Celeste and Moloch alone.
"So, what do you think of your grandmothers life so far, Celeste?"  Moloch asked.
"I think it's a little sad, actually, grandfather."  She answered him truthfully.
"Your right in assuming this child, although, it gets much worse.  Wait and see."  Moloch told her.  Then he stood and went outside.  Celeste then went to the kitchen to help her mother and grandmother with dinner.

    After they had eaten and had once again settled in the drawing room around the crackling fire, Kiara looked upon her husband and smiled.
"It's been a long time for this story, Moloch.  If you have anything to add as I go along, please, feel free to speak up.  You know it as well as I do."  She told him
Moloch smiled.  "I am sure you'll do fine.  No one here, including me has the memory of your past as well as you do.  Please, continue."

    "Ok, let's see, where was I – Oh, ya the train."  Kiara said, a far off look beginning to cross her features again.

    The train had come to a stop.  I had slept the whole time.  Surprisingly, Draco hadn't awakened me.  We stood and began to make our way towards the door.  A guy knocked into Draco, I believe to this day he did it on purpose.  I looked at the guy, to me; he was probably the best looking guy I had ever seen.  He held eye contact with me for a moment then started walking off again.  Draco let go of my hand and walked up to him.  I don't know what they exchanged but I could tell the words they spoke were certainly angry ones.  Draco then rushed me to an awaiting coach.  We got in and began our ride to the castle.

         It was the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld in my life.  The castle was located at the top of a hill, and skirting it was an enormous lake.  All the lights were lit and it seemed as though the very castle it's self, were welcoming the students.  I turned to mention my excitement to Draco however; he looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but here, just at that moment.  So I kept it to myself.


    As all the other second years and up were taken to the Dinning Hall, I was taken aside by an old witch, her name, I found out, was Professor McGonnigal.  I would learn that she was the second in charge at this school.  She was a very stern appearing witch but I could feel a certain love of the children in her.  I could tell her bark was worse than her bite, so to speak.  I took an immediate liking to her stern and gruff manner.  I actually wanted to have her stay with me longer however, She told me that I would wait in a room and that the Head Master, a Professor Dumbledore would be in shortly to see me.

    I walked into the room she had directed me to and she closed the door behind me.  The sound of the door closing had an eerie finality to it.  It was as if my fate had been sealed at the clank of the door, settling into place.  I stood there a moment, studying my current surroundings.  There was a large fireplace covering the far wall and a couch settled to the left of me.  To the right, there was a table with two chairs nestled neatly, at its side.  

    "Hello."  A voice said to me and I jumped slightly, knowing no one had enters the room.  As I turned, I came face to face with a ghost.
    "Hello?"  I said politely.  Not wanting to seem rude, I had no intentions of making an enemy, dead or alive, my first day at this odd and extraordinarily, wonderful place.
"You would be Miss Kiara Maul, am I correct?"  The ghost asked of me.

    I was a little taken aback at the fact that he knew my name and I did not know his.  How was it that a ghost, or anyone for that matter, could possibly know who I was already?

[Sabastian]

am i going to be in this story?

Relaxe, I don't think that Kiara makes a move with out you...

[Evil_To_The_Max]

if that was a smart comment:OH, was that a joke?ha.ha.ha.:|
if that was a complement:thanks.

[Kiara Johnson]

(I thnk he meant it as a complement Max.  :-*)

"Yes, that would be my name.  Might I ask yours kind sir?"  I replied, once again, playing at politeness.
"Oh, my.  Do forgive my rudeness."  The ghost bowed slightly, looking a bit embarrassed.  "I am known as Sir Nicholas.  The Gryffindor House ghost."  He finished.
"Nice to meet you Sir Nicholas."  I replied, with a slight curtsy and a smile.  I rather liked this ghost.  He seemed to me like a friendly sort.
"I was just sent in here to let you know that Professor Dumbledore will be in shortly and that he sends his apologies for being late.  Seems there was a problem with the first years crossing he had to attend to."  As he spoke those words, the door creaked open and in walked a rather old but powerful looking wizard.

    HE was rather tall; had a pointed nose and his eyes shined as though they would, at any time, begin to emit sparks of joy.  I got the impression that he too, I knew, just as I did with Harry Potter, the boy on the train.  He nodded to Sir Nicholas and the ghost left the room with a nod my way.
"It has been entirely too long, Kiara."  Dumbledore said.
"Excuse me sir?  I don't believe we've ever met.  What ever do you mean, it's been entirely to long?'  I replied, now a bit confused.
"You look just like your mother, did you know that?"  Dumbledore replied with a small catch in his voice.  It was as though he knew her; he must have, to make that assumption.

    We stood in that room, looking at each other for quite some time before he finally explained himself to me.  I was glad when he did finally speak.  It was as though he was reading me as he gazed upon me.  His eyes although happy, seemed far away.  It was really rather unnerving.

    "Kiara, I am your godfather.  Your mother used to be my goddaughter, she asked for me to take you if anything had ever happened to you however, it would seem that Lucius had enough money to take you from my grasp."  He paused to regard my reaction.  I had none; I was too shocked to think or even utter more than a small feeble squeak.  "You wouldn't remember me, I was kept away from you by your grandfather, he and I didn't get along."  His expression changed when he mentioned my grandfather.  It seemed both hurt and angry at the same time.  I studied his emotions as he spoke; I wanted to understand who this wizard was.  I needed to find out who he was.
"The last time I saw you, you were but nine months old."  He emitted a little chuckle then, his eyes going away again.  "Even then, your powers were strong.  Your mother had a hard time keeping you in a crib.  Every time she'd lay you down in the next room, a moment later, you'd be out playing next to her again."  He finished as he turned his gaze to me once again.
"I know, I actually remember –" I stopped as I remembered my surroundings at that time.  Being a sorceress, as you well know, Celeste.  Your memories begin at a very young age.  

  Suddenly they all came flooding back to me, Dumbledore, my mom, my grandfather, all of it.  Tears began welling up in my eyes and I rushed over and hugged my godfather, holding onto him tightly.  
"You used to bring me the best playthings."  I said in a whisper.
"You truly liked my visits, I remember that when ever I left, you tried to come with me."  Dumbledore said, a small chuckle behind his words.  "However, now it is time for me to step out to the Great Hall and witness the sorting ceremony.  You can watch from here and I will call your name when it is your turn."  Dumbledore said as he let me go and turned to walk away.
"Godfather?  Will I ever be allowed to stay with you?"  I asked quietly.
"I'm working on it now."  He replied as he strode out the door.

The Sorting Ceremony was really rather a brilliant way to sort kids into their houses for their time spent in the school.  Professor McGonnigal brought out an old tattered looking hat out into the Great Hall and placed it on a stool.  The hat came alive and began speaking a riddle.  It was rather interesting, the hat spoke of the houses, telling all in the room of each particular house and what attributes each student in said house had.  Then, McGonnigal would call out the names of the first year students and one by one, they would walk to the stool, sit and McGonnigal would place the hat on their heads then it would call out which house that student belonged in.  

     After the first years were sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood and gave a welcoming speech to them all.  He also warned of the Forbidden Forest and gave instructions as to how one could fins out all the school rules and where to find them if they needed further help.  
 
     Then he turned my way and called me out, telling the students how unusual it was for them to be accepting a student in their fifth year.
"Kiara, would you come up to be sorted please?"  He asked of me.

[Sabastian]

^^What she said man, don't sweat it.  Please write some more for these ppl Kiara.