Silent Beauty
Nobody knows her name, they don't know how she was sorted into Slytherin, they've never once heard the sound of her voice nor have they seen her face show any signs of emotion. With long gorgeous auburn curls, a delicate ivory colored face, plump lips and bewitching violet eyes, she is known all around Hogwarts, as the Silent Beauty. One boy, is determined, to finally break down her walls and discover the truth about the beautiful mute in the Slytherin house.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter One; Introduction
Chapter 1
Standing outside in the rain before a beautiful lively castle, a young women around the age of seventeen watched silently, her black hair whipping around her face in the wind. A small child, only four months, clutched in her arms. The women took a shaky breathe, glancing at the tiny infant she held close, she apperated inside the castle walls. Glancing around, she found herself in the Headmasters quarters, with a slight frown, she turned her gaze to the Headmaster,
"Please. Take her... Please" Her voice was horse, barely above a whisper
Headmaster Dippet looked down on the young girl, a shocked expression clear on his face, "Why can't you do it?"
The girl flinched slightly, "I am dyeing Headmaster... Please, take care of my baby.. Please.."
Dippet held out his hands and the girl carefully placed her beautiful baby girl in his arms, before collapsing in a heap on the floor. Startled and horrified, Headmaster Dippet called for help, only to be hit with a wave of sorrow when she was pronounced dead moments later. Dippet held the sleeping child in his arms, while he calmly talked to one of his most trusted professors, Albus Dumbledore.
"I can not care for an infant Albus" He states, a sorrowful expression on his lips
Albus' lips form a slight frown as he ponders the possibilities, "I suppose we could leave her at an Orphanage, or perhaps I could raise her?"
Dippet shakes his head, "No Albus, for you to raise a child would take precious time away from your work. We shall send her to the muggle world, and hope for the best."
Albus curtly nods and gently takes the baby from Dippets arms, cradling her tightly with his right arm while he apperates them to the muggle world and slowly places her outside an orphanage. With a loud, harsh knock, Albus vanishes into thin air, leaving a startled and crying baby on the doorstep to a horrible place.
The Hogwarts castle was loudly buzzing, full of life. Students and Professors sat inside the Great Hall, happily eating a wonderful dinner and telling the stories of their summers. All, but one. A beautiful girl with long auburn curls sat at the end of the Slytherin table, her face blank, void of all emotion. Her bewitching and startling violet eye's scanned her surroundings, every student, every professor glanced at her frequently. Some with fear full expressions, others in sheer curiosity. To most people, the girl appeared normal, but to others, her house determined the kind of person she was in their eyes. The students at Hogwarts had never seen an expression other than bordom cross her features, never heard her utter so much as a single sylable. They thought they knew the reason, they thought it was becuase she was broken. They thought she was nothing more than a wounded soul placed in a god awful house, they had no idea how wrong they were.
The girl that everyone thought was so innocent, so broken, was far more dangerous, far more deadly, than anyone could ever dream to be. Her mind was corrupt with terrifying images, horrifying memories, her soul broken and damaged. Every last bit of innocents had been sucked from her being the day she turned two, when her special abilitys had finally started showing through. The other children at the Orphange she lived in had abused her, despised her, tortured her for years becuase of her new found abilities. Finally, the girl had enough of their torment and two day's later, they were all found dead, their bodies horribly mangled by an unknown cause. The girl then began to research her 'powers' when she first turned seven, constantly burrying her face in piles of books. At the age of Nine, she learned the truth. She was a witch, and by the time she was eleven and got her accseptence letter from Hogwarts, she was skilled in every kind of magic known to man, weather it be Dark magic or Wandless magic, Wordless magic or simply Occulmancy, she could do it without problems. On the day of her sorting, she had skipped dinner and instead, went to the Headmasters quarters to wait, prefering to be sorted privatly, but when asked her name, she refused to speak.
Now here she sits, posture perfect, hair slightly falling in her face beautiful violet gaze locked on the mahogony table before her. With one elagant movement, she stood from her positon at the table and calmly walked from the hall, her small hips swaying delicatly. Every head in the hall turned to watch her leave, most admiring her pure beauty. One boy glanced around at the shocked faces of the rest of the students in curiosity, elbowing the boy beside him,
"Malfoy, who is that everyone is staring at?" The boy asked.
The boy beside him, Abrax Malfoy, replied without taking his eye's off the girl leaving the room, "That my lord, is The Silent Beauty."
"Please. Take her... Please" Her voice was horse, barely above a whisper
Headmaster Dippet looked down on the young girl, a shocked expression clear on his face, "Why can't you do it?"
The girl flinched slightly, "I am dyeing Headmaster... Please, take care of my baby.. Please.."
Dippet held out his hands and the girl carefully placed her beautiful baby girl in his arms, before collapsing in a heap on the floor. Startled and horrified, Headmaster Dippet called for help, only to be hit with a wave of sorrow when she was pronounced dead moments later. Dippet held the sleeping child in his arms, while he calmly talked to one of his most trusted professors, Albus Dumbledore.
"I can not care for an infant Albus" He states, a sorrowful expression on his lips
Albus' lips form a slight frown as he ponders the possibilities, "I suppose we could leave her at an Orphanage, or perhaps I could raise her?"
Dippet shakes his head, "No Albus, for you to raise a child would take precious time away from your work. We shall send her to the muggle world, and hope for the best."
Albus curtly nods and gently takes the baby from Dippets arms, cradling her tightly with his right arm while he apperates them to the muggle world and slowly places her outside an orphanage. With a loud, harsh knock, Albus vanishes into thin air, leaving a startled and crying baby on the doorstep to a horrible place.
The Hogwarts castle was loudly buzzing, full of life. Students and Professors sat inside the Great Hall, happily eating a wonderful dinner and telling the stories of their summers. All, but one. A beautiful girl with long auburn curls sat at the end of the Slytherin table, her face blank, void of all emotion. Her bewitching and startling violet eye's scanned her surroundings, every student, every professor glanced at her frequently. Some with fear full expressions, others in sheer curiosity. To most people, the girl appeared normal, but to others, her house determined the kind of person she was in their eyes. The students at Hogwarts had never seen an expression other than bordom cross her features, never heard her utter so much as a single sylable. They thought they knew the reason, they thought it was becuase she was broken. They thought she was nothing more than a wounded soul placed in a god awful house, they had no idea how wrong they were.
The girl that everyone thought was so innocent, so broken, was far more dangerous, far more deadly, than anyone could ever dream to be. Her mind was corrupt with terrifying images, horrifying memories, her soul broken and damaged. Every last bit of innocents had been sucked from her being the day she turned two, when her special abilitys had finally started showing through. The other children at the Orphange she lived in had abused her, despised her, tortured her for years becuase of her new found abilities. Finally, the girl had enough of their torment and two day's later, they were all found dead, their bodies horribly mangled by an unknown cause. The girl then began to research her 'powers' when she first turned seven, constantly burrying her face in piles of books. At the age of Nine, she learned the truth. She was a witch, and by the time she was eleven and got her accseptence letter from Hogwarts, she was skilled in every kind of magic known to man, weather it be Dark magic or Wandless magic, Wordless magic or simply Occulmancy, she could do it without problems. On the day of her sorting, she had skipped dinner and instead, went to the Headmasters quarters to wait, prefering to be sorted privatly, but when asked her name, she refused to speak.
Now here she sits, posture perfect, hair slightly falling in her face beautiful violet gaze locked on the mahogony table before her. With one elagant movement, she stood from her positon at the table and calmly walked from the hall, her small hips swaying delicatly. Every head in the hall turned to watch her leave, most admiring her pure beauty. One boy glanced around at the shocked faces of the rest of the students in curiosity, elbowing the boy beside him,
"Malfoy, who is that everyone is staring at?" The boy asked.
The boy beside him, Abrax Malfoy, replied without taking his eye's off the girl leaving the room, "That my lord, is The Silent Beauty."
