Heartblood House

She woke up, shook her head softly, groaning as she adjusted herself to a sitting position. She’d lived under this bridge for nearly 6 years already, ever since her mother tried to kill her and her sisters. She sighed, standing and with magic sealing the hole in the wall she’d made her home.

“Quite a talent you have there, young Omnia”

Omnia spun around, her long black and red hair twirling with her, almost standing ready to attack the speaker from before, the man a tall guy at that shrouded in robes almost hiding in the shadows of it, his eyes shining brightly from under the hood.

“I mean you no harm, but I assure you I do have a point to this… meeting, I’ve come since a great evil has returned to our world. We the Magical society must have our defences up, we’re preparing a special school for you and a several others to live in and learn to harness your powers.”

Omnia sighed, honestly she had every right to doubt the man, hers was a cold world where many attempted to kill her, and here was a guy trying to harness her powers into something she wasn’t even sure she wanted to help with. And after all, the man spoke of a magical society like a group of magicians had formed a small village to hide from the world cowering in fear. But if that was so they should’ve spotted her talent years ago, rescued her from even harming her mother in the least, they could’ve stopped her, they could’ve taken her children away. She raised her arm and wiggled a finger. The pillar near the man responded immediately, it exploded.

“I’ve no times for talk old man, either gimme an offer or get out of here”

Omnia grinned, she was convinced the tables were turned, that she’d taken charge.

“Very well young lady, go to Hogwarts, or go to Azkaban, you’re not safe to run free… forgive me Azkaban is our prison. We could lock you up forever, and your talents would never amount to anything at all – that is my offer, I can have more then 50 wizards here ready to escort you, should you make another threatening move – yes I know of your talents, I know of the demon sealed inside you, I even know of your hair my dear.”

Omnia sighed and lowered her arms, she could kill 50 wizards sure, but they WOULD eventually find her and stop her, plus there’d be all the messy trouble with their Families and such. And besides they were innocents as far as she knew, they could off course be bad but…. Wouldn’t they just make her serve if that was the case? She sighed; she knew what her answer would be.

“Fine, whatever I have no life here, what will you have me do?”

The man grinned, he’d actually thought she’d have fought more, he didn’t exactly look forward to the ministers plans, a secret dorm underneath Hogwarts, in what used to be the chamber of secrets, of course Dumbledore had been able to stop them, but strangely he didn’t it was almost like this played exactly into his hands. Then again, he thought, the Minister must take every precaution, even if the rumour of Voldemort returning was too farfetched, one must always prefer for the worst.
He walked forward and grabbed Omnia by the sleeve, then pulled her off to the nearest Portkey, teleporting them straight to the gates of Hogwarts.

“Walk up to that castle, they should greet you welcome and lead you to your dorm”
The Man walked off and disappeared into the shadows. Omnia shrugged as a hard rain began to fall on her – she was used to this, as she stepped up the path, reaching the stairs to the main doors as fast as she could – she did not wish to get a cold already, it was already soaking through her clothes. She knocked, half expecting to be sent away by some rich old fart who owned the place. The other half of her was partly sketa yelling and screaming about a new place to pull pranks and cause troubles, and part herself wanting to finally have a home which had heat and running water.
She knocked, and then waited. It took but a few moments for a scrawny old man to open the door, take one look at the girl outside, smirk and let her in.

“Late for the sorting are we? And you don’t look like a first year either! If only the ministry would let me put you on the rack for a few weeks like the olden days, yeah that’d make me happy as a kite – well follow me lass, we need to get your arse in detention, which is your house!?”

Omnia sighed deeply, not wanting to have to hurt the old bastard, or rather not wanting to mess things up for herself already she decided she’d rather start talking before the ugly fart decided to make good on his threat to put her on the rack (the thought occurred to her that he meant something else then a torture instrument.. which proceeded to make her stomach curl in new and quite nauseating ways).

“My House Is Heartblood, I’m not a first year no, and I’m certainly not late for any sorting, lead me to where I might dry off or I’ll have to put parts of you on a rack – not all of you – just parts. Get my drift?”

Filch looked at the young thing starring at him, her eyes were creepy, images of himself being tortured began gushing into his mind, he swallowed and decided he better lead her to the headmasters office like he’d been told too should anyone mention Heartblood house. He nodded at the young girl, leading her slowly up the stairs and towards the ugly gargoyle concealing the entrance to the Head Masters office.

“Lemon Sorbet”

At the words the Gargoyle sprung to life spinning upwards revealing to be a staircase, filch held out his hand and bowed respectfully to the young girl as she daintily walked up the stairs.
Omnia loathed the man, he stank of fried fish and was generally ungroomed as it were, but he had been kind to lead her on her way, she’d have no trouble finding her own way from here on out, then again it appeared there was only one way to follow already – she started up the stairs, noting to herself the password to the gargoyle statue as she reached the door, it welcoming her inside almost warmly. She walked inside, the room filled with gadgets to the top, a birds pole near the entrance, a large oak desk sitting majestically in front of her, but no headmaster to be seen, nor a place to dry off – she made a mental note to harm the old bugger if she saw him again.

“Enjoying my collection my dear?”

The voice was calm and gently, but old and wise as well, she turned to see the smile of an aging man. Omnia, in her quiet mind, conceived him older then the very desk she’d admired just seconds before.

“I assure you, I mean you no harm, actually you being here might be a sign that I am to be harmed in the near future – but of course I don’t blame you”

He walked past her, she could tell he was of a gentle unworried mind, as he never even moved to try and hurt her, not even the least, not even when looking into her eyes. He sat behind his desk and folded his hands, then minding his manners pointing his wand at her, a heat warming and coursing it’s way through her body drying her clothes from the insides, then folding his hands again looking her over – it was obvious he didn’t mean to hurt her, but he was measuring her potential, oh he was indeed, every fibre in her body told her so, and even sketa kept quiet inside her mind.

“Sir, might I ask where I am to sleep? You see I’m rather tired right now, and well discovering this place and even considering the idea of the thought of what I might learn here has exhausted me, I wish to sleep and feed before anything else.”

“Oh yes of course my dear, but I would like you to keep an open mind about whom you support, I do not wish us to be enemies, but it would seem that some are preparing for such, I won’t try to think for you, I’m sure you’re quite able in that manner yourself, but I will ask that you do not choose between the ministry and myself at this time, now about your sleeping arrangements, we’ve made you dorm quite special for you, but also leaving it might not always be easy – well not for the boys that is.”

Omnia stood almost shocked, then nodded her head in agreement as the Headmaster stood and started to walk towards her putting his hand lightly on her shoulder urging her to follow him. As she did she barely noticed anything about he place, except for the fact that they appeared to step into a girls bathroom, she heard him utter but two words during their walk, and it happened in front of a sink in that very bathroom.

“Heartblood Horror”

With that the sink sank back into the wall and a slide was revealed, Omnia bit her lower lip, then jumped in, sliding down it, the old man sliding down right after her as her feet made contact with a bare floor she tumbled to see it hold lit torches all around, the old man landed quite elegantly with a full on flip-flop up into the air before his feet touched the ground. He now stood besides her smiling as he lead her deeper inside down a rock hall all lined with torches, before finally coming to a halt in a large circular room, around the size of a soccer court in length the walls lined with ten beds, all made and ready and with a cupboard besides it, in the centre of the room a round fireplace surrounded by armchairs and couches dominated the space, leaving room for breathing and relaxing.

“Welcome, Omnia Maxwell, to Heartblood House.”