A young Silverwing is turned into a human to hide from Death Eaters. But by being forced to live as something else, she forgets parts of who she was before...
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Jessamine Lince is a Silverwing, a wing...
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Mioha surely believed that the only thing Rita Skeeter could write was rubbish. But she should have known there would be people who would believe what the journalist wrote. On a Monday morning, a gray owl suddenly swooped through the Great Hall and landed on her breakfast plate, followed by four barn owls, a brown owl and a Long-Eared owl Mioha recognized as Zuki. They all dropped off their mail before taking flight again in the next second and soaring out of the hall.
Mioha looked down at her little pile, feeling quite surprised. Why would so many people write her?
"You have a lot of mail", stated Krum, who sat next to her and was busy eating his usual breakfast.
Mioha shrugged and hesitantly picked up a small envelope, which seemed to be anonymous, and slowly opened it.
"Who would write you, Lince?", she heard Pansy ask spitefully. Mioha ignored her and pulled at the letter, laying the envelope aside as she unfolded it.
The letters had been cut out from the Daily Prophet and rearranged until they spelled: YOU ARE A WICKED GIRL. HARRY POTTER DESERVES BETTER. GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM MUGGLE.
She swallowed. What the heck was going on?
"Viktor", she said quietly and handed him the letter. "Look."
Mioha opened another. And another. And all of them either contained insults or threats because she had apparently broken Harry's heart. Viktor didn't say anything, his face returned to his usual scowl when he kept reading more and more of her letters.
When Mioha opened a large one that felt wobbly in a weird way, a lime green liquid spilled over her hands.
"Wha-?", Mioha started before hissing in pain. Her hands burned as if fire was seeping into her skin. The green slime started to smoke, which stung in her eyes.
"Jessamieene?", Viktor asked worriedly, getting a napkin to wipe off the liquid from her hands. But Mioha flinched away, not able to say anything because she had her teeth clenched together. Beneath the smoke and the lime green liquid, she saw something silver shimmer. Without thinking Mioha jumped up, running down the Slytherin table while making sure the slime didn't run down her arms.
Tears stung in her eyes. She barely noticed some Slytherins laughing as she ran through the large doors. The acid was working fast, she could smell the distinct smell of blood on her hands.
When Mioha finally burst into the Hospital Wing, she could barely contain her sobs anymore. The green liquid was dripping off her hands, mixed with silver blood that seeped out of her skin in small streams.
"Who is- oh Merin!", Madam Pomfrey cried upon seeing the distraught student. "Come here, dear, quickly!"
Madam Pomfrey ushered Mioha to a bed, swishing her wand through the air. She conjured a large bowl which she levitated onto the nightstand, before silently summoning a large bottle with a ruby-red liquid inside. Mioha sat down, whimpering in pain as she watched the matron pour the potion into the basin.
