CurseBreaker-The Last Child Taken-

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and places owned by J.K.Rowlings and various publishers. All things recognized, belong to those above, such as the Muldoon family name and Burdock Muldoon. Shannon Lasair and Lefarius, Druantia, Nellaria Lanzelli, and Malesfar, are mine. Any characters, objects or creatures not recognized to be in Harry Potter\'s world are my own making, and thus belong to me. NO part of this story is being used to make money, just here to entertain.

NOTE:This is my first fanfiction, reviews would be welcome. Thanks.
Also note, I will be giving extensive references to non-Harry Potter material that isn\'t mine.. such as music references, playwrite references(Shakespeare in particular), movies, books, and more. All credit will be given where credit is due. IF it\'s not credited, then it belongs to me. Thanks.
***Will contain violence, torture, incest and rape. Be warned.***

Shannon Lasair Muldoon sat in her compartment, Hogwarts\' Express, alone. she was a young fifth year Slytherin-pale of skin, dark of hair, eyes a wild vivid emerald-with few, if any, real friends. She wasn\'t your typical Slytherin-given to regular bouts of depression that lasted days to weeks at a time. Often with varying results and dangerous (to herself namely) effects. Normally, she wasn\'t one to mind being alone-it gave her plenty of time to focus on her school work, read, write, compose; write; and study music and practice, and do a handful of other things she had talent for.. along the artistic line of things. She was a talented student, not just academically, but in her other endeavors as well, with much potential in life if her down-and-out moments didn\'t get the better of her. Her time alone in this compartment was no different than her times back at her condo, she\'d spend hours reading, writing, attending her animals (she had nearly a full zoo), and again pursuing her passions. She sat reading quietly (except when she did dramatic readings), \"The Two Gentleman of Verona\" for the umpteenth time. As it was, she was a HUGE Shakespearean buff.

Shannon\'s passion for Shakespear began when she was eleven, just after first year, when she randomly came across a rendition of a \'Shakespeare-in-the-park\' version of \"Twelfth Night.\" Captivated, she went to the nearest bookstore and bought out every Shakespeare play. His entire collection. Going on to memorize such memorable speeches as \"The Quality of Mercy\om \om \"The Merchant of Venice\", and Hamlet\'s \"To Be or Not To Be\" speech. Among others. Currently she worked on memorizing, and dramatic reading, of Speed and Proteus, Act One, Scene One.. for Speed, a slick servant who came up with witty insults and kept changing the meanings of the words he heard for the sake of puns, was Shannon\'s favourite character.

Shannon absent-mindedly opened a chocolate frog, disregarding the card that came with it as she was deeply engaged in reading. Skillfully, with cat-like reflexes that would make Draco envious in a Quidditch game, Shannon caught the frog on its jump, \'sensing\' its movements by instinct, not sight. Biting off a hind leg, she prepared for a dramatic reading of one of her favourite scenes.

Speed: Sir Proteus, \'save you, saw you my Master?
Proteus: But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.
Speed: Twenty to one, he is shipped already,
And I have played the Sheep in losing him.
Proteus: Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
And if the shepherd be awhile away.
Speed: You conclude that my master is a shepherd then and I a sheep?
Proteus: I do.
Speed: Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.
Proteus: A silly answer and fitting well for a sheep.
Speed: This proves me still a sheep.
Proteus: True, and thy master a shepherd.
Speed: Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Proteus: It shall go hard but I\'ll prove it by another.
Speed: The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me:
therefore I am no sheep.
Proteus: The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not
the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows
not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.
Speed: Such another proof will make me cry \"baa\".
Proteus: But dost thou hear? Gav\'st thou my letter to Julia?
Speed: Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton,
and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Proteus: Here\'s to small a pasture for such a store of muttons.

Suddenly, mid-reading, Shannon noticed that a few young second-year Slytherins were listening. Some laughed, catching on to a bit of the wit behind the words. Those that didn\'t seem to get the words meanings, still seemed to be entertained. \"What was that?\" one of them asked.

\"Oh, its Shakespeare. \"Two Gentleman of Verona.\" You see, there\'s more, er, double meanings in the words. See, laced mutton and also sheep, means prostitute, in the days that this story was first writ. Horns, er, refers to a guy\'s, well, y\'know-what... and also, to a man who, um, had an unfaithful wife. Such husbands were said to have horns. Anyway, it\'s quite amusing the dual-meanings and innuendo..\" Shannon smiled and invited the younger Slytherins in to sit. Noticing the chocolate frogs she had, she offered some around. Taking up her card finally. The others ate the frogs contentedly. Thanking her for them.

What she saw surprised and angered her: Burdock Muldoon 1329-1390
Chief of the Wizards\' Council from 1309-1349 (which was the early 14th Century\'s version of what is now the Ministry of Magic). He was known for being the first wizard to tackle the assignment of determining what would classify as \"Beast\" or \"Being\" in regards to dealing with magical creatures. He had decreed that all creatures that walked on two legs were worthy of \"Being\" status.

Snarling, Shannon shook her head. \"Gods, why\'d I have to get him?!\"

A young Slytherin boy asked her, \"Who\'d you get?\"

\"No one important.\" Shannon coldly replied to the younger Slytherin.

She went back to reading the play. Ignoring the others at the time. They too, got involved in their own pursuits. Soon, they\'d all be back at school. Even now, she felt the train slowing..

Sure enough, the train stopped. Shannon packed her copy of \"Two Gentleman of Verona\" away. Taking up her things, getting ready to get to school. Putting her things aside, she headed to the Slytherin table, greeting Draco Malfoy, Blair Hart, Blaise Zabini, and several other fifth year Slytherins. She took her seat at the head of the table amongst them and several sixth and seventh years. She glanced up at her Head of House, his gaze met hers. She glared back wildly.
She wasn\'t afraid of him most of the time, but he had a way of bearing down on students, which could make even the strongest fearful and shift uncomfortably. She was one of those strong students. He could get to her from time to time. She focused on her meal, afterwards heading up to the common room to read a bit more and finally to sleep.

The next morning, Shannon awoke, following her typical school schedule, which meant she trained herself in fitness and weaponry in the early morning, took a shower, spent an hour meditating, and then went down to breakfast. Having her breakfast with the usual crowd again-Draco Malfoy, Blair Hart, Blaise Zabini (she rathered hed him, as he was a sweet transvestite and such a looker), Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe and Goyle and others..
Later, fifth year Slytherins would have double Potions with the Gryffindors.
As usual, the Slytherins were picking on members of the other houses. Making this comment about so-and-so from Hufflepuff\'s Bloodlines, or so-and-so from Ravenclaws taste in clothing (or the lack thereof), and so-and-so\'s wealth or lack of wealth. She sighed. Same old thing. Sneering at the poor kids they picked on, Shannon ignored this pointless chit-chat. Being poor, or of less pure bloodlines, or lacking dress sense, it was only superficial. It was not that important. Wasn\'t important in comparison to love. There were things, like love, that meant more in life.. Honour, devotion, loyalty, happiness, and family, meant more.