In Harry Potter as the Dark One

March 5th, 2020. It was a cold Thursday night, yet for the young Vixenne Roswell, this was considered rather normal.

In fact, it was something she was so used to that she didn't even feel the cold wind beating against her malnourished skin.

Maybe it would've been better if she did. Because at least then she would be able to tell that her body couldn't stand it anymore— it couldn't take such mistreatment any longer.

Dizziness overtook her as she felt somewhat wobbly even though she was sitting against the hard, cold, wall of the bridge underground.

"That's odd. Guess I'm sleepy."

She said aloud to herself as she slowly closed her eyes, laying back against the wall behind her in order to rest for a while.

She didn't want to sleep— she disliked sleeping.

Whenever she fell asleep she would see memories that she didn't want to see. Memories of a life that she wished she could forget.

Yet she couldn't forget it.

No matter how much she tried it was engraved into the very fibers of her mind.

Every time she closed her eyes and slightly drifted off she would see things she didn't want to see— every single time.

"I hope I wake up before the dogs this time."

She said to herself as she allowed her body to rest for the night.

Unfortunately for her, this would be the last time she would ever go to sleep, and she would never once again wake up to the biting of dogs on her skin.

But she did wake up— just not in the way she thought she would wake up.

Instead of waking up under the bridge to the sunlight beating against her eyes like an annoyance— she woke up in endless darkness.

It was so dark she couldn't even tell if her eyes were open or not— yet she knew it was. She could feel her eyes were open.

'What's going on?'

She tried to speak these words, yet the words didn't leave her mouth— only lingering within her mind.

It was odd— it felt like she was nothing but a thought floating within the endless darkness.

This was further proven as she looked down and tried to see her body, only to be met with nothing there.

Rather, she couldn't even move her head.

She didn't have a head to move.

'What is going on?'

She was confused— but she wasn't worried.

It was an odd feeling, it was something she had never experienced before in her life.

But she didn't hate it.

In fact, it felt somewhat comforting.

For the first time in her short life, she felt at peace.

Her body no longer ached with pain with each move— she was no longer cold, tired, or even sick.

She felt better.

Or rather, she felt nothing at all.

Which was better for her; because feeling nothing was better than being in constant pain.

But her joy didn't last forever because soon enough she got tired.

She got sleepy.

Hours passed yet nothing happened— she was just there floating.

She was starting to assume she was dead, actually, that was probably the most likely reasoning. She died in her sleep and this was the afterlife.

If it was it was quite the boring afterlife.

She had known that heaven and hell didn't exist— at least she assumed so— but she had hoped that it wasn't this boring.

Endless darkness forever would eventually grow tiring. She especially didn't want to be trapped here forever with her thoughts.

Just her and her thoughts would be enough to send anyone mad.

And it was just that she experienced. Her mind slowly drifted off as she fell asleep.

Then the memories came— memories of her life.

A past she didn't want to remember.

She was young when it happened, so young she couldn't even remember their faces. But she did remember the pain she felt when it happened.

The pain of the car crashing into her family's van— killing both her mother and father upon impact. The pain she felt in her heart when she learned she would never see them again.

She was merely 5 years old— yet she lost them.

After that wasn't any better. In fact, it was worse.

Maybe what happened was the start of her suffering. Maybe she was supposed to die that day but she didn't. Maybe it was her price for surviving when they died.

After that, she bounced around foster homes a few times.

The first time it wasn't even that bad. It just didn't last long because the family she was with was caught for selling illegal drugs from their house.

Which sent her to her other home.

The second house was probably the worse— it was the one that changed her the most.

The mother of the house was fine, she was actually pretty sweet and treated her well whenever she could. But she couldn't often because of the father.

He was a drunk, abusive, waste of space that knew how to put up an act to the public but behind closed doors, he would beat and force himself on his wife.

And it wasn't just his wife he did things to.

But that's beside the point, she didn't want to remember that right now.

She just wanted to rest— to sleep.

Yet as she fell deeper into sleep the memories came back more and more.

That was until she was woken up from her sleep by a voice that echoed within the darkness.

A voice so powerful she could feel it within her very body— her very soul.

She couldn't tell what gender the voice was since it seemed so, toneless. It felt like she was listening to a robot.

"Hello there, little one."

Said the voice to her as she opened her eyes and attempted to look around— only to be met with the endless darkness from before.

"Don't bother, you won't find me with your eyes. I'm all around you, I am the darkness you're in."

Said the voice once more aloud— or rather within her mind. She couldn't tell, after all, she couldn't see the being speaking.

'What are you?'

She asked the voice within her mind, hoping that it could hear her. Thankfully it did, it could reply.

"I just told you, I am the darkness, I am what came before, and what will come after. I am nothing."

Said the voice in a grandiose way, as if presenting itself to the girl that was within its embrace.

'Then why am I here? What do you want from me?'

"That's the thing. I don't know why you're here, and that's exactly what makes you interesting."

Replied the voice to her thought before it kept speaking.

"Normally when a being dies, they would enter the cycle of reincarnation, and be brought back to life in another way, another form. Yet you didn't enter that cycle. Your soul was pulled into here— into me."

The words of the voice made Vix further confused. What made her special enough to be pulled into this place— or maybe it wasn't a good thing.

After all, if she had entered the cycle of reincarnation as she was supposed to she wouldn't have to suffer reliving the memories of the past.

She would've been free.

"Useless thoughts. Your life is no longer that— you're different. Now you have the chance to make a difference. You can change who you are."

Said the voice as if it was going to offer her something— she could tell when someone was going to offer her something. And she was right to assume so.

"I can change who you are. You see, I'm interested in you, and I would be willing to revive you with some benefits, if you are interested."

Said the voice once more— offering the girl a second chance at life, and more things she couldn't even understand.

'Why?'

She asked with an unsure tone in her mind. She wasn't one to accept free handouts, not anymore.

She didn't trust this being that claimed to be the literal darkness.

"Because I think it'll be quite fun to see what you will do. To see how you will live. Don't worry I won't force you to do anything, I'll give you your full freedom."

The voice said, which cleared up her misunderstanding, somewhat. She was still unsure about accepting it though because she didn't know what it entailed.

'What would I receive for this?'

Asked the girl to the voice.

"I will grant you rebirth into a new world, one you know of from your memories. I will allow you to keep your memories, so you will still be yourself. I will also grant you a special gift, a power from me, I will make you Kin, make you a Dark One. The first of your kind."

Said the voice to the girl in a grandiose way, when it said it would make her its Kin she felt somewhat— honored.

She never had someone willingly accept her as one of their own before. She had people take care of her because of foster care, but that wasn't by free will, more so a gain.

'What do I have to do?'

"That's the best part, you don't have to do anything. You can do whatever you want. I can tell you'll make this interesting for me, so I am not forcing you to do anything, just do what you want."

She couldn't help but think about the offer she had gotten from the voice.

She could either accept the offer and be reborn in a new world and live life how she wanted with the powers she will get.

Or she could stay here and linger in darkness forever. Forever reliving the painful memories of the past.

Very painful memories.

It wasn't a hard choice knowing that.

'I accept.'