The Savior Chronicles: Changing Colors

The Savior Chronicles: Changing Colors

Chapter One: Broken Glass

The music blared from the stereo setup in the pastel colored living room. A calico cat was casually jumping onto a rocking chair and settling herself on the soft cushion. A girl came in, bopping to the beat of the loud music. She picked a few dirty plates and a cup off the mahogany coffee table. After she had dropped them into the sink in the other room, she returned, this time singing along with the catchy song. Then she got really into it by swaying her hips and adding some intricate hand moves. Her socked feet allowed her to twirl easily on the hard wood floors. Just as she had become fully lost in her moment something appeared in the door way. The girl screamed. The lights above flickered.

"Jenna, could you please turn that music down a little? And start getting ready for school young lady!" her mother demanded more than asked. The girl looked at her sheepishly, a little embarrassed to be caught dancing wildly. She reached for the volume knob on the stereo and turned it in the minimum direction while muttering an apology. Her mother shook her head with amusement and walked away.

Dumbledore laughed at the situation himself. He was watching all of this happen right in front of his eyes, but he was far from the home of this girl. He was peering into a crystal ball, one he had enchanted so he could see her. He had his reasons. Very important reasons in fact. He just had to be sure that it was her, that this was the girl he was looking for. She already filled one requirement. The day she was born matched the one in the prophecies, but he didn't know if it was her for sure yet. He had only been watching her for a day or so and so far nothing else had indicated that she was. But it had to be her. He knew it. All he needed was a little proof.

* * *

Jenna sat in her math class. Just another day at school. Her second day back to be exact. Already her brain was deadened from the boredom. Her teacher felt the need to ramble on about functions and square roots for the last half hour. She wanted to tear her hair out. When will it end? she thought slumping down in her chair. The teacher began to draw a triangle on the board and explain the uses square roots had involving them. Obviously not anytime soon. She stared down at her desk letting her mind wander. She began to think of what she wanted to do after school let out. She wanted to watch a horror movie and scarf popcorn. the nshe would like to have some friends over for a little karaoke session and then sit outside and watch the stars come out. But what would she really be doing? Homework. Only the second day and she had homework.

Sighing heavily, Jenna longed for the freedom that summer had allowed and cursed the restrictions that school had brought. Not willing to pay attention at this point, she fixed her vision on her pencil. It was red with the word Firestone written in white bubble letters. She had taken it from her mother's purse this morning while in a blind panic to make it to the ugly yellowy orange bus. She studied the completely round stem of the pencil. It had no flat edges like most pencils; it was circular. The eraser was almost gone and the bit that was left was dark from usage. The lead at the tip barely came to a point.

As soon as she had taken in all the features of her writing utensil it began to shake. She crinkled her eyes at the sight. Had someone knocked her desk? No. Had she kicked the leg of the desk and not even noticed? She didn't think so. Soon the shaking became more violent; it thrashed on her table, making such a clanging noise that Jenna was surprised that no one had turned around yet. Then it started to rise into the air. Jenna froze. She stared at the pencil intently refusing to believe what she was seeing. Pencils don't float. They just don't. Especially not in the middle of a math lesson. She peeked out of the corner of her eye to check if anyone else noticed, but when her eyes were off the pencil it clanged back onto the table causing her to jump. She looked at it lying there completely still as if it had never moved, utterly stupified. Whoa, I must have inhaled too much white out or something, she thought. Her friend Dina must have noticed her twitch because she chose that moment to lean forward and ask if she was alright. Jenna nodded slightly and turned back to the blackboard. From then on she made sure she paid attention to the math, afraid to let her imagination get the better of her again.

* * *

Dumbledore smiled. There it was. His first clue. This could be her. He was on the right path. But it wasn't enough. Not yet. This girl was supposed to be powerful. To prove he had the right girl she had to do more than float a pencil. Muggles could float pencils. Of course it involved many complicated contraptions and lots of mirror work for people to believe it. He'd just have to keep watching.

* * *

Harry Potter was extremely happy. He was back at Hogwarts, the first day. He took in the sites of the castle. It was a beautiful image. One he had missed very much. His past summer was awful, as most of them were, but there was no need to worry about that now. It was over and he was back in the only place that had ever felt like home to him. He knew things would be different, tighter, stricter, due to last year's events. Voldemort was free and would surely attack again. But Harry didn't care all he wanted now was to unpack his stuff and prepare for the best school year ever.

Or at least thats how Harry tried to feel. In some sense he was incredibly happy to be back, but there was this dark aura that now hung around him which kept him from being truly excited. Returning to school was just a painful reminder of all that had happened prior to the summer, all the hurt that had been caused, and the evil that had been unleashed. Dreams had plagued him all summer, never allowing him one restful night of sleep. Guilt tugged at his heart. And hatred ate away at his soul. Hatred towards Malfoy for every time he tried to ruin Harry's life, for the disregard he had towards humans especially Harry's friends, and for the way he disrespected Cedric's memory. Hatred towards the Death Eaters who had helped bring about the return of the Dark Lord. Hatred towards Voldmort who had nearly cost Harry everything he loved on several occasions and who took his parents from him before Harry had a chance to make any memories. And hatred towards himself for everything he did wrong that he should have done right. Harry wasn't just thinking about last year. It was like everything, a culmination of the 15 years of his life, was flooding to the front of his mind and crowding his soul with heaviness. The lies, the hatred, the secrets, the danger, the pain, the battles, the wins, the losses, the death. It was all finally hitting him.

But now was not the moment for him to dwell on such things as he and his friends were approaching the school and getting ready to witness the Sorting Ceremony for the new first years. Harry just hoped that none of them were mini DEIT(death eaters in training).

* * *

One school day had ended and another one had started. Jenna was entering the building with a heavy heart. Only Day 3 and she was already depressed. It probably had something to do with the previous days events. It's not everyday you go crazy in the middle of math class.

Jenna reached her first class, Spanish, and sat down. Taking a chug from her a water bottle she examined the room. There was work on the board to be done. She went to it right away not wanting to lose her mind to boredom like yesterday. Not that conjugating verbs wasn't boring, but it least it would keep her mind off of everything else.

Or so she thought. Soon her mind was elsewhere, disappearing into the clouds. She couldn't really help it. She was a hopeless dreamer who aspired to great and improbable things. Today, she was dreaming of a place far away. A huge, elegant palace full of people who would one day admire her and love her for her amazing achievements as well as her charismatic personality. A place where she would be finally be Queen. After years of being ignored by the majority of her peers (with the exclusion of her handful of friends), ignored by the beautiful people, she would get the recognition she deserved and actually be somebody.

Her pleasant dream was broken by the calling of her name. The teacher had called on her for the answer. Jenna looked at her paper. It was far from done. She panicked not knowing what to say. "Dos personas hay....um... un coche...um..." The teacher gave her an exasperated look.

"Um, Um, Is that all you can say, Ms. Scott? Because that is definitely not the answer. What were you doing these past ten minutes!?! Picking your nose? Well, you better shape up. It's only the third day and already I can tell you're gonna be trouble. Now get it together," the teacher reprimanded.

Jenna looked down at her paper in shame, dreading the looks she knew she was recieving. She felt her cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. And anger. And it began to bubble inside her. How dare she talk to me like that! So I didn't know the answer so what? Her forehead was stinging now. Little beads of pain began to string together across her temples as her anger grew. She acts like I threw my shoe at her or something? Geez, I wish I could just-

At that moment her water bottle began to vibrate. Oh no, not again! It rattled against the desk loudly. The plastic was expanding, in and out as if it were breathing. The walls of the bottle pushed farther and farther out. Just as she thought the plastic could stretch no more, the blue cap zoomed off and water exploded from the mouth. It shot high into the sky like a geyser and showered everyone near by on its way back down.

The class stopped cold and turned, all their eyes burning into her. She stared back helplessly. She was as shocked as everyone else. One girl next to her, who had gotten particularly soaked, started to whine about water damage to her new sweater. It was dry clean only. The teacher was glowering with hate at her. "I didn't do it," she said meekly. But Jenna knew there was no way she'd believe her.

"Principal's office. Now." With that, Jenna sulked away dejectedly, with only the comfort of knowing that at least she wasn't the only one seeing these things happening.

* * *

Yes. It was coming along nicely. The pieces were fitting together. He only need to see one more thing before he could be sure that this was the girl. It was not a good something. And it wasn't something he particularly wanted to see either, but Dumbledore watched nonetheless hoping it would happen soon. He had to get this girl ready, prepare her. She had to get to Hogwarts before it was too late.

* * *

"Harry! Over here!" Harry turned quickly and was delighted to find Hermione and Ron waving him over to the Gryffindor table. He walked swiftly over to his friends, greeting them happily. The only thing he loved more than Hogwarts itself were the friends he had there. They helped fill the gap in his heart and take his mind of the trouble that seemed to seek him out. And then they would help him stop the trouble that came after him. They were his substitute family and he was oh so very grateful he had them.

"Harry, you want an Every Flavor Bean? This batch is wicked gross! I just opened it and already I've eaten a rust, a mildew, a spit, and a spinach flavored one! I can probably find you a toe jam!" Ron clamored enthusiastically.

"Totally disgusting, Ron. Thanks, I was eating. But I'm suddenly not too hungry anymore. You should really learn to get some manners!" Hermione scolded. He stuck his tongue out at her and she only retaliated by doing the same.

Harry laughed at his friends' childish banter. They were funny, those two. Always picking on each other. It was so obvious that they liked one another. And they didn't even realize. Well Hermione did, but Ron was still in the dark. Harry found that very amusing. He watched as the continued to bicker about tableside manners. Despite what he had said before, it was good to be back.

* * *

Alone in her room, Jenna sat reading her book. It was about the only thing her Mom hadn't taken from her after she got the call from the principal. Her mom had been so mad. She had never seen her like that. Jenna felt so guilty. But she had no reason to. She hadn't done anything. It's not like she caused the water to explode. Or had she? Jenna was so confused. That day she had been so embarrassed and wanted to break something and then the water bottle burst. And the in math she had been so fixated on that pencil in her mind she could almost imagine it levitating and then it did. But she found it impossible that she had any impact on that. It just couldn't happen.

Her head began to pound. Ugh, I'm analyzing this so much it's giving me a headache. She put her book down, not able to stare at the words anymore. The pain only got more intense even as she tried to clear her mind. She stood up to put the book back on the shelf. Her thoughts continued to jumble. She closed her eyes hoping to shut out the pain but no such luck. She moved her hand to her temple and began to massage it. The pain sharpened. Tears began to blur her vision and dizziness overtook her. It felt as though someone has shoved a needle into her brain and released a fair amount of acid. Her legs then gave out and she was suddenly sitting on the floor, holding her head with both hands. She wanted to scream, but let out small cries instead. Red, green, and all the colors of the rainbow swirled in front of her closed eyelids, making her nausiated. After several intense minutes where she though she was going to pass out, the pain slowly reduced. When it was gone, Jenna remained on the floor too shaken to even stand.

* * *

Harry was in Divination class. The novelty of being back at Hogwarts was beginning to wear off. He was almost falling asleep. This class had always been a little disenchanting. Mainly because it was a mostly fake. The teacher, Professor Trelawney, often pretended to see visions, but they never came true. Only the one time when she predicted the return of Voldemort....

Harry surveyed the room. Ron looked as bored as he was. Most of the other students were nodding off with the exception of a few who actually believed this stuff including Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil. The believers were mostly girls. Not to be sexist or anything, but females seemed to be more gullible when it came to this crystal ball palm reading crap. Maybe it was because the teacher was also female. Who knows.

It was very depressing to Harry to think his ponderings about female gullibility was the most interesting part of class, but it was true. He couldn't take it anymore. His eyes drooped to where he could only see tiny slits of light. His head sagged and almost slipped off his hand where it was now resting. His mind was shutting down completely.

Then, like a sudden storm on a quiet day, Harry leapt up from his seat. A pain had shot through his head. It was horrible, like a needle had been injected into his temple and poison was now filling his brain. He dropped to the floor almost as quickly as he had jumped up. The whole class was watching. Ron immediately ran over to him. Harry could barely hear his calls over the thumping of his agitated nerves. And he didn't notice when Ron had put his arm around his shoulders or that his teacher was screaming that she had predicted this last night during a tarot card session.

Then it stopped. The pain was gone. So fast. Harry sat baffled on the floor.

* * *

Dumbledore was immensely happy. Now he knew Jenna was the girl he had been searching for the past 4 years. Well actually he had been searching since she was a baby. She had shown all the signs. He could finally get her to Hogwarts and start on all the training she had missed. All those years she should have been preparing, wasted because of the tricks of Dark magic.

But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was that he had found her and things could finally get back on the right track. There was still lots to be done before he could bring her there. He had to break the curse that was on her. Unbind her powers. He couldn't do it alone either. It was way too strong. He needed the help of two other teachers, his trusted friend and colleague, Minerva McGonagall, and someone most people didn't like, Severus Snape. Snape was a good guy deep down, a little menacing at times, but good. And a strong wizard, the best at potions and a damn fine defense against the dark arts master. He was going to need that type of training for the spell to work. Minerva would play a key part as well with her expertise in Transfiguration.

But as much as he needed them, most of the spell's success relied on the girl herself. She had to be able to break it. The spell would only do so much. She would have to gather all her strength and will. He knew she had it in her. She was supposed to be one of the most powerful witches he had ever seen, but he was still skeptical. Jenna had spent her whole life as a normal girl and didn't know about the power that burned inside of her. Now to face such a hard challenge with no previous experience, well Dumbledore was worried. It's a very dangerous procedure. If she can't overcome it, she will die. But if he didn't take the chance she could harm herself or someone else anyway. But it was more than that. There were more important reasons that it needed to be successful.

The fate of the wizard world depended on it.

* * *

The questions kept getting thrown at him. Way too many questions. "Are you ok Harry?" "What happened Harry?" "Do you wanna go see Madame Pomfrey, Harry?." He just wanted to scream at all of them to shut up. He couldn't deal with it right now. He was still too confused himself to answer anyone else's questions.

Harry finally escaped his Divination class, but Ron and Hermione, who had heard about it through the grapevine almost immediately, were on his heels. Harry sighed. He just wanted to go to the dorm and lay down. His head felt fine now, but he was suddenly worn out.

"Are you sure you're OK? I heard that was a nasty spill you took there," Hermione nagged.

"It was wicked! The way you seemed to fly right out of your seat and then a crash landing right into the ground! Awesome!" Ron's eyes gleamed. Hermione shook her head.

"It was not wicked, Ron. Harry could have been seriously hurt!" she scolded. When she turned back to Harry, Ron rolled his eyes. "Ron said you were grabbing your head, Harry. Was your scar hurting? Is You-Know-Who up to something?" At this suggestion Ron suddenly became serious and stared at Harry waiting for an answer.

Not wanting to worry his friends Harry finally spoke up. "No. It wasn't my scar. It was my brain, or my forehead or whatever. Completely different from Voldemort pains. Probably just a small migraine." Ron seemed satisfied by this answer, but Hermione kept pestering him about visiting Madame Pomfrey just in case.

They were rounding one of the many corners of Hogwarts , when they ran into someone. It was Dumbledore. Harry found this quite odd. Dumbledore was barely ever seen around school unless it was at parties, Quidditch matches, or other functions.

"Oh Hello Harry! Just the person I wanted to see. Will you follow me? There's something I would like to show you." Harry eyed him curiously for a second before shrugging his shoulders. He waved good-bye to Ron and Hermione and trekked down the halls with the Headmaster.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Oh no Harry, not at all. I heard about the incident in Divination though. Are you alright?"

"Fine." Harry didn't say anything else. He just let Dumbledore lead him into a hidden room that he new nothing of. There was a glass globe on a table in the center of the room. Dumbledore walked over to it.

"This is what I wanted to show you. We have a new student coming to Hogwarts. Her name is Jenna Scott and I wanted you to take her under your wing. Show her around school and help her get adjusted."

Harry looked into the ball. What he saw was a girl about his age with light brown hair with reddish tints. She was wandering around what he figured to be her living room. She stooped down to pet a multicolored cat before turning towards the door. When she turned Harry caught a good glimpse of her face. It was heart shaped with strong cheek bones and a small mouth and full. ruby lips. But what struck him were her eyes. Blue green in color, like the water of a tropical island in a brochure. They sparkled in the light. Mischief and sincerity were apparent in them. He didn't know why but Harry instantly took a strong liking to this girl.

"Is she a transfer student?"

"No she's just starting out."

"But she's my age!"

"Well her powers had been bound. Her grandmother bound them when she was a little girl. She didn't want her granddaughter growing up in the magic world. Because her powers were masked by a spell, we just now found her. Be warned that she will most likely be shy. This magic thing will be completely new to her. Plus she is not English either. She's American," Dumbledore explained.

"American? Then why isn't she going to the American witchcraft school?"

"It's complicated. But basically while the American school is one of the best in the world, it is not equipped to catch up students so far behind. But Hogwarts is. She'll be arriving sometime tomorrow so be prepared Harry. I'm counting on you to make friends with her." Dumbledore seemed very intent on Harry being friends with this Jenna girl. Harry didn't know why but he didn't think it would be a problem. He was actually looking forward to meeting her.

* * *

Dumbledore felt bad about lying to Harry but he had to. There was no way he could tell him the real reason why Jenna was coming to Hogwarts or why her powers had been bound. He had to let things happen naturally without any interference. But there was no time to worry about that now. They had a spell to do.

Severus and Minerva were there both with their preparations. Minerva was ready to do any transfiguartion repairs for Dumbledore was sure that many a things would be broken. Snape had the potion that would be needed if the spell worked, one that would ease the after pain. He also had the one they would need if it failed. One that would cover up any signs of a magical death and convince the Muggles she had a busted blood vessel in her brain. Dumbledore hoped they wouldn't need that one.

The spell was already underway and the three professors stood around the crystal ball waiting for a reaction. It didn't take long. The girl who only moments ago was doing her homework in a quiet room was now clawing at her head in pain. She fell to her knees and screamed. Above her the lights went out and the light bulbs exploded. Her face was lined with monstrous pain as tears of agony rolled down her cheeks. She was rocking back and forth like mental patient. The pain must have worsened because the fish tank near by shattered into a thousand glass shards and a wave of water spilled out onto the beige rug.

Dumbledore watched fearfully. She was putting up a hell of a fight, but it looked like a losing battle. She was actually pulling out her hair now. She was on her side curled up in fetal position. He could see that her body was giving out. No, just hold on a little longer. You can do it, Dumbledore urged.

Then in a climactic moment all the furniture in room rose up into the air and dropped back down again. All the remaining glass in the room was burst apart and a piercing green light encircled the area surrounding Jenna.

It had worked.