A Sliver of Change | S. Black

Part 1: Chapter 1

A Sliver of Change

10/04/2022 –

Part 1:

Chapter 1 –

October 2nd, 1995

The chill of the night swept over her skin, causing goosebumps to form wherever touched. Shivers raked through her as her tired eyes slowly opened and succumbed to the darkness. Looking around the moon covered room, she took notice of hospital beds and cupboards lined with various potions.

Where am I?

She wondered to herself. Trying to look back at the past few days just came up with blank memories. Actually, trying to look back at everything came up blank.

Pushing that thought to the back, she pushed her legs over to the side of the bed as the hospital gown fell down her body. Looking down she could see purple paint on her toenails and bruises along her legs. She slowly looked up and noticed a mirror in the corner of the room, stumbling over to it. Pain burned through her left leg, the one with the most bruises as she stood tall in front of the mirror.

Staring back at her was someone that she did not recognize. Black hair that may have once been luscious to touch, was now matted in knots as it tumbled past her shoulders hitting the middle of her back. The curls throughout it stuck up in various directions as the hand in the mirror, her hand, tried to pat it down. Dragging her pale fingers down to her eyes, past her thick dark eyebrows, the bright blue of them shined in the moonlit mirror. Tears formed in the corner of those eyes as she realized that the person in front of her was herself, yet it was a person that she did not know.

Taking a deep breath to try to keep the tears at bay, she moved the gown aside to check her shoulders for any sign of bruising akin to her legs. Instead of a purple circle showing up, a stretch of black caught her eye. Dragging the gown down more to show off the top of her breasts, a paw print formed in the mirror above her heart.

Why would a paw print be on her skin? Why was she here? Who was she?

The questions in her mind were interrupted by a cough in the distance.

Spinning around as swiftly as she could without falling down, she noticed an older man with a beard the length of the floor looking towards her with a curious glaze. His eyes ran down the length of her body and a glint of surprise ricocheted off them. Self-consciously she ran a hand through her hair again to try to tame the mess and used the other hand to pull the gown back up.

"It is quite marvelous to see you up and well Emilia," his gravelly voice spoke out.

Emilia.

Was that her name? Would this man be able to tell her who she was, and why she couldn't seem to remember anything?

She kept quiet, refusing to speak any questions until she understood who this man was or why she was here. Instead, Emilia tilted her head at him in a curious manner and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The man laughed quietly, taking a few steps towards her, before speaking again, "I see that you have not changed in the slightest from the last time that I saw you. Though it seems that you do not know who I am."

The man extended his hand toward her, "my name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, and it is quite the pleasure to see you again."

Glancing at his hand, she weighed her options in front of her. First off, she had no clue as to where she was or who she was, yet this man, Albus Dumbledore, seemed to know. Secondly, she had no way of figuring out who she was at this moment, something she desperately needed insight of, yet again, this man seemed likely to supply her with that vital information.