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Hyacinth's story

Summary- Hyacinth Potter (femHarry) after the defeat of certain snake face bastard that dared call himself a dark lord and after finding her friends aren't really her friends.. Decides to give herself just what she needs… After all of this she know just what she needs…. a fresh start.

I Do Not Own Harry Potter or any other Story that might go in to this such as anything from the One Piece word

A.N- Okay this first part is a journal entry so I may be a bit ramblely and jumping from place to place but that is how I want it to be because people tend to ramble in their own journals. Though at the same time I am trying to make it sound like the person I want it to sound like. Please tell me if I have succeeded.

Chapter One

Hyacinth …Hyacinth Potter. What can I say about her? What words can I use to truly describe her? There really aren't any that I can say, or write for that matter, really fit her; at least not anymore. Not really, and in all honesty I really don't have a right to say anything about her; at least not any longer. Yet at the same time I can't help it. I get the feeling you really need to know.

Even if I feel I have no right to say anything, yet here I find myself saying it despite this, I know that I can, with a hundred percent accuracy, say that her name no longer suits her; at least not to me. I mean yes, the name once did suit her to an amazing degree; making me think that her mother had some sort of gift as a seer…if I believed in that nonsense to begin with. Anyway as I was saying before I got off topic her name once did suit her to a T. She once was into playing games, she once loved sports and was rash as hell; she once was so like the flower she had been named after…but that can no longer be said about her. She has done a complete one eighty in that regard.

I can also say that at one point she was once my best friend; one of my only friends in fact. Then I could add on to that by say that she was once the most kindhearted, most giving and sweet, girl you could ever meet. That she used to have such beautiful bright and loved filled eyes that shined with such unbelievable warmth. Or should I tell you that at one point she had used to care about every single living creature she came in contact with and would of gladly gave her life to protect them?

What really should I say about her? When all of what I knew about her, about what she once was, is no more? How can I say anything about her when I don't really know the real her any longer? In all honest what can I really say about her that is what I know to be the truth, instead of the malicious rumors everyone seems so eager to spread about her?

Well now, reading over what I just wrote, I guess I do know what I can say; and know that I am being completely truthful as I say it; though I don't know if it will be any help to anyone. But I guess what I can say is that she has really changed from what she once was; she is no longer the Hyacinth I once knew so well.

She is no longer the happy young woman that she one was, now she is what we have changed her into; an uncontrollable, incredible strong spirited weapon; one that seems to have no stopping point. And it is all our fault that she is like this; all my fault really.

I guess I should tell you how it all started how everything that I once knew got so violently and abruptly torn apart. How everything I held dear, like my friendship with Hyacinth, was torn apart…

But first let me tell you a little more about this new Hyacinth. While she wasn't the least bit weak before she is now at least six times stronger than she once was; and she was already stronger than a lot of are fighter before that to begin with. She is now a very talented and a very terrifying fighter. One of, if not the, strongest fighter on our side; and that is both physically and magically. She is a blade specialist unlike any I have ever seen. She welds her weapons like they were an extension of her own arm. Which is kind of Ironic to me seeing as her favorite type of blade is the two curved ones she has constantly attached to the sides of both her arms.

She is the light's unwilling weapon and has recently become a thing out of the death eater's worst nightmares; most even fear her more than they do their own dark lord. She is known as the wizarding world's deadly beauty; a rose full of thorns and covered in blood… Some even dare call her the light's grim reaper because of the hooded cloak she has taken to wearing when she goes out to fight…or to kill. Although, those that do call her that are mostly the ones she is after in the first place. However I must admit to my greatest shame that, that is not always true. Seeing as even the side she fights for is completely and utterly terrified of her as well.

Though in the end after everything is said and done, sadly, even I have to admit those name do seems to fit her…. and everyone does have a good reason to fear her; I know I do. Then again my reason to fear her is not for the same reason that most of the people fear her; at least I have a reason to fear her. Enough of that for now, I need to get back to informing you more about my ex-friend now biggest regret.

Hyacinth when she has her cloak up, blocking everything about her from view, she is a deadly force that attacks to kill with little to no hesitation; as well as with little to no emotion. She cuts through her enemies with no mercy as she all but dances across the war zone her blades gleaming brightly with the blood of those that dare stand in her way; of those she has killed. This is what had really earned her the name the light side grim reaper and one of the main reasons she is so greatly feared by both sides of the war.

Though that is not to say that when her cloak is down that she is any less deadly; in fact she is just as deadly as she is with the cloak up…just in a totally different way. When her cloak is unbuttoned and down Hyacinth tends to not use her blades as much; if at all in fact. She also tends to be a bit more merciful when she is like this. Though not everyone might not agree with this, but in my opinion she is more merciful when her cloak is down.

However, at the same time she tends to be… more playful. Using her beauty and sexual appeal, both of which even I have to admit, even as I loathe as I admit it, she has in abundance, to make the enemy drop their guard. It is only after doing this that she goes in for the kill; both literally and figuratively. When she does kill them this way she often mocks about at least they saw something they liked before they died…which most of the fighter on our side agree to; even if other half of the fighter on our side, mostly the women now that I think about it, are disgusted at her for doing so.

I myself do not like it when she does this, not that I really have a say in what she does in the first place; at least not any longer that is. But at the same time I can see how doing what she does has its advantage; especially to her. I also know that like ever advantage Hyacinth has she uses it to its fullest extent but that doesn't mean I like it any less even if I do understand why she does it.

Any way knowing all of this and have seen it all in action I can easily tell you that no matter what she is wearing Hyacinth is still a deadly force; one that is feared by both sides in this horror we call a war.

Hyacinth is… she had…I mean she… I really don't know how to word this so I guess I will just come out and say it. Hyacinth has numerous weapons hidden under that large cloak of hers, which now that I really think of it is more like a trench coat made of dragon leather then a cloak… And not only that but she also somehow has hidden weapons, mostly blades of some sort, in that skin tight outfit that she wears underneath said cloak.

Some of which, of the few I know, include eight fighting daggers. Two each on her upper arm above her elbow, on each arm, and two each on both ankles; hidden by the boots she wears. Then there are her pouches which are filled with senbon needles; something she as astounding, not to mention terrifying aim with. In fact one of her larger pouches holds nothing but senbon needles that have been dipped in different types of poisons, all deadly in some way or another, and all marked in some way that only she can read. Another, just by the side of her poisoned senbon needles, is filled with non-poisoned needles; which I admit she does seem to use pretty often on the people on her own side when they annoy her a little too much. Though at times it is pretty humorous; especially when she uses them to shut certain people up. Though I am getting of subject again aren't I…now where was I; ah yes her weapons; or at least the ones I know of. The last pouch I know for sure she has is, and that is because she has shown it to me several times in a rather threatening manner, is the one that is filled with mildly poisoned throwing daggers; all of which are on her left side.

Hyacinth does use these often and trains in them constantly but even I have to admit that compared to her blades, especially the ones that are attached to her arms it seems that she rarely, if ever uses her pouched poisoned weapons. But that doesn't really matter because I know if need does arise and she has to use her pouched weapons, or just feels like using them, she has perfect aim with those needles; and let me tell you they do hurt like hell I have felt them often enough and have seen her hit people often enough to know this for sure.

Though Hyacinth doesn't only poison and use blade she also still has a bit of her softer side' though because of what I have done I never get to see it. But I know it is there because of the simple fact that on her right side she carries all the antidotes to her poisons. And though she says she only has these antidotes on her in case she makes a mistake or because she wants to be able to integrate some of the people she hit with her needles. I know this isn't true because of two main reasons. First, Hyacinth never really makes mistakes or hit someone she doesn't mean to with her senbon needles. In fact, she makes mistake with her weapons as much as Professor Snape makes mistakes with his potions. Which everyone knows is pretty much never. And second, if Hyacinth really wanted to integrate someone she would keep the poison in the persons system and hang it over their head to scare them even more into giving her the information she wants…

Seeing this, seeing her carrying these antidotes brightens my day, every day, because it shows me that even a little bit of the Hyacinth that I was once friends with is still there. Though I am sure that with the few she trusts she shows a lot more of the old Hyacinth. But I will never know because Hya. Doesn't trust me as far as I could throw Ron without the use of magic; and merlin does that hurt. It makes me wonder if I can ever earn her trust, or at least a little bit of her respect, back. Though I haven't been able to gather up my courage and ask her why… I doubt I ever will especially since I know how she feels about me.

Look at me, I am sitting here writing to you and still I am rambling on. I have been told that is one of my biggest faults by multiple people even. I just don't know when to shut up and get to the point. I bet you don't really care about this right now and want more information right?

Well ok … I was telling you about Hyacinth weapons and the skills she has right? I have already told you about her daggers, senbon needles, poisons and antidotes right? Well then I guess it's time I told you about what is deadliest about her; besides her magic that is. Which would be what Hyacinth has attached to both of her arms. I think I may have mentioned these before, but Hyacinth has these two curved blades strapped down on her forearms of each of her arms.

These blades are about fourteen inches long of partially serrated metal that look as if they could easily cut through anything with a single touch. With these weapons Hyacinth is at her deadliest. These weapons seemed to be more of a part of her then her own arms and when she uses them this shows clearly as she all but daces a crossed any battled field she is in. (Look at the picture upon my profile the one I said will be Hyacinth in One piece world those blades she has is the weapon I am talking about)

But Hyacinth no matter what has been said so far isn't only a fighter. She is someone with that has a truly great mind that sees in so many different twists and turns that it seems like she is several steps ahead of you. The way she thinks and uses her knowledge is unbelievable. I can say with absolute surety that no one can truly understand what I mean when I write this until they actually meet her themselves. She is still someone with an enormous amount courage. She still, despite everything that has happened to her, has an incredible sense of loyalty and an even bigger heart with enormous amount of love to give.

Sadly, and I regretfully admit that I played a large part in this, because of all that has happened to her she now is afraid to show all of this… all because of what has been done to her; all because what we have done to her.

She has been betrayed too many times by those she called friends and family. Causing her to shut off all her emotions, to cast them away and throwing herself into her training; giving herself the look of someone who only lives to fight. Turning herself in to the weapon we THOUGHT, or at least I thought, we wanted her to be…Now that it has happened there is nothing I regret more.

I regret nothing more than turning her into this…this….thing! For surely such a kind hearted girl wouldn't have turned out this way if I… if we hadn't of done what we had to her. If we hadn't of stabbed her in the back when she need us the most; then twisted the blade after we we're done. Sadly, and for me regrettably, we did and now we must, I must, pay for our mistakes.

Mistakes to this day that, as I have said repeatedly now, I regret nothing more then. Perhaps you could understand what I am talking about better if I just told you what had happened; if I told you just what I had done. What had happened to Hyacinth to change such a light carefree young girl into the hardened cold hearted women she has become; or at least a small part of what was done. Let me warn you now it isn't pretty and even as I write these words down for you to read I am cursing myself for the part I played in it.

I guess I should start out at where everything had started to go wrong; at the beginning of this whole mess. Or at least the beginning, as far as I know it. Please forgive me if leave off some details because while I did do this, the regret I know feel causes me agony to remember it all; so some of the more painful memories may not be on here.

I would say this all really started about the same time that Hyacinth went through her magical inheritance; which surprisingly came a year earlier than anyone expected it would. Thought I can honestly say that wasn't the only surprise that we got at the time; nor was it really the biggest surprise we got. No, I would say that we were much more surprised at just what her magical inheritance was; just what it had turned her into. I don't think anyone would have expected what had happened to actually have happened on that day.

After all Lily Potter, formally Evans, was a supposed Muggle born; someone without even a drop of magical blood in their system. So no one would have thought she had a vampire somewhere in her bloodline and that, that vampire blood would of woke up during Hyacinth's inheritance turning her in to a dhampire. A creature perhaps even more feared then a vampire was; seeing as they have most of the vampire's strengths yet none of their weaknesses.

I think this is when things truly started to take a turn for the worst for Hyacinth, I am almost hundred percent sure this is when I lost all forms of friendship with her, and I am pretty positive this is when the wizarding world as a whole really started to fear their savior; started to fear Hyacinth.

I know one thing for sure though, and I know this without a reason of doubt in my mind, and that is, this is when the, oh so mightily, Albus Dumbldore's plan started to fall to piece around him and all of our betrayal was brought to Hyacinth attention.

I am pretty sure you are wondering just how Hyacinth found out about our betrayal and how Dumbldore's plans fell to ruins around him. Well you should know it all started out from a trip to the bank; which in my opinion Dumbledore really should have thought of seeing as it was the most obvious place she could have gone to... Anyway, from what I have found out about what all had happened is that shortly before she found all of this out Hyacinth had found out she wasn't human, not completely at least, and by the daily reflector degrading her and condemning her to hell of all things. Once she had found this out, or read this really, she had gone straight to Gringotts to find out just how this happened and why it had happened to her of all people. There is where and when she, along with the wizarding world, found out about her mother having Vampire blood in her line.

But this isn't the only thing she had found out; no not in the least bit. Perhaps if it were, like I find myself wishing so many times, then thing would have gone better; then again perhaps not. All I know is that after she found out whatever she had found out about, that things for me, Ron, Ginny and Albus fucking Dumbledore went to hell in a head basket. I know I shouldn't curse and I shouldn't be so disrespectful to a professor but after what happened, what continues to happen and what I am sure is going to happen deserves I little bit of cursing on my part; and Albus Dumbledore isn't as lily white as he likes people to think.

For you see what Hyacinth found out was that since she had turned thirteen, and nearly two years into our friendship, we, meaning me, Ron, Ginny and Dumbledore, had started taking large amounts of money, as well of books and other possessions, from her vaults and had continued doing so since. When she found this out she had flipped out on us demanding to know why. Demanding to know how we could do such a thing to her after everything she had done for us. At the time I was blinded to how manipulative the headmaster was, and was still very much in his pockets, so to my everlasting regret I parroted back what he had told me when the whole thing had started. I told her that we deserved the money, that we were using it to make sure that she wasn't going dark and to keep her in line and make her do what she was supposed to do. I basically informed her that I thought of her as only a weapon that needed to be used and discarded before it got to powerful. Then to my shame I didn't seem to know when to shut up because I continued to inform her that we must of failed in a duties to make sure she didn't go dark because she was now a disgusting dark creature that deserved to be put down as soon as possible with all other dark creatures that could be found.

She didn't take this well not in the least bit and I think at that moment I can't think of anytime I had been more ashamed of myself then I was then; especially after I saw the heart broken look on her face. But by that time it was way too late to go back. So, I had a real Ron like moment, and pushed those feelings of guilt aside before continuing to use my words to tear her down. I think I had said something about her parents being ashamed of her, something about Sirius deserving to die and about her being a complete monster. When in reality I was the monster and every instinct in my body was telling me to throw myself and her feet and beg for forgiveness I do not deserve…

I think I would of continued throwing the harsh bogus words at her if she hadn't at that moment shown me why He-who- Oh forget it, if she hadn't shown me why Voldemort had a reason to want to get rid of her as quickly as possible; rather it be died or on his side. If she hadn't decided to show me just why Dumbledore thought she was the only one who could destroy the dark lord.

She had, had her head bowed down and it had been down since I had first started screaming at her; having put it down shortly after sending me the wounded look she did. Back then I had first thought that her head had been bowed because of depression or shame she was feeling. Boy, was I wrong about that. Because as it turns out she had had her head down because of the pure unadulterated rage she was feeling; all of which had been directed at me.

Rage that finally showed itself as she raised her head up and glared at us with poisons green eyes. Eye that were quickly stating to change in to a dark deadly and completely primal golden color. If I remember correctly Ron upon seeing these eyes glaring at him squeaked and stumbled back; while staring in open mouth horror at them. As well as the sharp fangs, that were slowly making their way out of Hyacinth's mouth. It seemed we had infuriated her enough that we completely woken up her dhampire side. A side that was now thirsty for blood; our blood to be precise.

I have to admit I was terrified of what I saw then, hell I am still terrified of the sight and have nightmares about facing her when she is like that, but now I can admit that I deserved what I got then and much more than that.

For you see, while this was her first time activating her dhampire blood Hyacinth had such a strong will that she was able to control it; for the most part. So instead of attacking us out right and draining us of our blood, not that she really needed it, she used the power increase she got to throw us out of the bank before permanently cutting all ties with us; both political and magical. Which include all ties of friendship we shared.

This wasn't the only thing she had done to us but I wouldn't find out just what else she had done to all of us until later. Let me say now that what she did to us was incredible brutal and yet at the same time completely just.

After she had thrown us out of the bank you would think we would learnt our lesson; especially seeing as to how close to death we had been seconds before we had been thrown out in the first place. But no, sadly we didn't learn, I blame the obsession I had with authority figures for this, because we continued on treating Hyacinth as if she was just a weapon, spreading horrible rumors about her, and doing whatever we could to tear the little bits of happiness, that little bit of peace she had, to pieces.

Well in the end we did succeed in what we wanted. In my opinion we succeeded a little too well and now to my ever growing regret all that is left of the Hyacinth that I once knew and loved is this cold hearted fighting machine that we made. Yet, I believe buried under this mask she wears is the old Hyacinth is still there just waiting to come out and I hope that someone will be able to bring her back to the once sweet girl she had been; or at least bring her out of the cold emotionless mask she has locked herself behind. I know I will never be the one to be able to do this. But I do know that I will do everything in my power to make sure that she can get to someone who will be able to do just that.

Of anything else or what the future may bring I am unsure of; and once again I find myself wondering if I really want to know. But one thing I do know is that as more and more time passes it the way Hyacinth acts only seems to getting worse; instead of better despite my best attempts. Hyacinth seems to be getting even more emotionless then she already is; burying herself deeper and deeper behind that mask of hers. Nothing seems to work on bringing back fourth that happy girl I once knew and all we can do is hope something or someone comes and fixes our mistake. Because obviously we can't do it ourselves. We fucked up too bad to do that ourselves; way too bad.

Regrettably

Hermione Ganger

Sighing Hermione closed her diary and rubbed her sore hand before looking out her window where the girl she had been writing about, the one stabbed in the back too many times, was still practicing both her weapon and spells; her icy mask firmly in place. Seeing this Hermione could help but sigh and curse the day she ever decided to listen to the manipulative man named Albus Dumbledore; curse the day she betrayed the one true friend she ever had.
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