The eyes of Winter

*****Shaolin here...I\'m re-doing this introduction with some warnings that people need to know...
1. This is a sort of a Mary Sue fic, but it\'s different, she\'s not perfect, and she\'s a mean Slytherin girl. So if you hate your favorite characters getting a little
picked on....DON\'T READ THIS, and if you hate Mary Sue fics....STAY OUT!!!!
2. I\'m not like Stephen King...I\'m no pro, nor do I claim to be.
3. This is for fun...for Merlins sake...have some. Please don\'t get you nose
knocked out of whack cause this is a kinda Pro-Slytherin fic. Draco needs someone to knock him down a peg or two...could he ever love a woman that wasn\'t as evil as he is? *Smiles* Have fun...and remember fluff is on the way soon!!
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Sorry for any spelling mistakes...my spell check gives me hell daily. This
gets better as it goes along, and so does my writing. SO ENJOY!!
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NEW NEW NEW NOTE!! (12-06-04) Great big Hello to all my readers and
fellow authors. I know you thought I left you hanging, but in
reality I\'ve been gone on a extended vacation in the county
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possiable if anything else happens. Here lately i\'ve been galloping
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your fingers crossed for me...I\'m going back through old chapters to
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screwed up now than when I left it...There are weird words and screw ups
that I know must be from the site\'s troubles... I will find these chapter by
chapter...Then I will add more chapters to at least three of my fics...lots of
luv...Shaolin
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Chapter one....The Karhem

Winter looked out over the lush Scottish greenland
rolling by, gently swaying with the rhythm of the rails.
The Hogwarts Express lumbering along the track, giving
her way too much time to think. Her life as of late had been
a crazy whirlwind of way too much changes at once.

The last two months were a blur, bringing the anger to
the top of her skin. She spit on the wood floor, the memories
producing a bad taste to her mouth.

\'Here I am\', she thought with discust. \'I\'m stuck on this stupid
train with all these people I don\'t know. They\'re not like
me at all. Snobby and rich, the fucks.\" But lately she seemed to
belong nowhere, and with no one, alone in this new world
of magic.

Winter VaShawn...the first Karhem witch in 500 years.
The thought almost made her sick. She was rare and
she was a freak, but nothing she wasn\'t used to.

She learned she was Karhem after she had turned sixteen.
It had came from nowhere, a powerful magic finally awakening
from somewhere deep inside. It had been dorment, silently
waiting for her body to be strong enough to release. She had
not recieved her Hogwart\'s letter like the rest of them. Winter
had not even known of this world of magic, but she always
knew she was not like everyone else.

The night it had finally awoke it overtook her body like a violent
powerful eruption. Just as a volcano that has been smoking for years
finally letting go to bring forth pain and death. She had been lucky
no one was around her to be harmed.

Only herself in her darkened room brooding over her break-up
with a older lead singer she had been seeing. She met him in
a punk club she went to often, and they had became fast friends.
They had shared some good times, partying and raving their nights
away.

Then it went sour, he bored her. All men did, Winter always losing
the special intrest she had in them. Like a new toy you want
for so long, then finding out there are others always better.
Plus she had never met a man who would, or could match
her mean streak. The tint of black that flowed with the crimson
in her veins.

She laid and brooded that night, till she could hold no more
and the tears flowed. Not for him, but what lacked in her life,
that spark, the fire that burned. Not fizzled like someone pissed
on it. She felt it suddenly building like a dam beginning to break
from the heavy pressure.

A sob racked through her and it broke, spewing light and power from
her fingertips. Sending the frightened girl into screams of pain,
it was hot and furious. Winter could feel it surging through her,
desperate toersterstand what was happening.

Sparks were flying from the places the beams touched and the walls
seemed to breathe in and out in a menecing manner.

Then as soon as it appeared it was gone. Smoke still rolling from her burning
nails on her right hand, goose bumps covering her arms.

She blew on her hand and it went out, but her nails had not burned
down. They had remained the same. Winter kneeled on the floor heaving
for air, gasping for breath that she could not seem to find. She could hear
the neighborhood come alive, every car alarm on the block was blaring out
thier warnings.

She vaguely heard the doorbell, and hushed voices downstairs.
Then the creaking of the steps brought her back from the near daze
she felt. A knock on the door jolted her completely. Not waiting for
an invitation a man walked in, dressed in navy robes, with the longest
beard she ever seen, white as snow, and just as clean.

\"Do not fear child, I can help to control the magic you now
know resides in you.\" He placed a strong but gentle hand on her
shoulder, searching her untrusting eyes. \"I am Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster of Hogwart\'s school of witchcraft and wizardry, and
within its walls you will find all that you seek.\"
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