The story of a Changeling

[Agrona Turner]

Chapter 1: The meeting

The summer months had come and the others had gotten onto their train to their families that loved them and cared for them. Only she remained in the vast castle with the house elves in the kitchen and the beasts of the forest. There had been few for her to say goodby to, she had not made many friends in her time of a full year, though she wished she had. But the year would come again and she would try to ba accepted.

Her life as a slave prevented her from returning to her home like the others did. To find her home and adopted family would be to find her death as was the punishment for a slave who has fled her master three times. There was no chance of debating or reasoning her fate, so she remained here untill the students came again.

the young Ravenclaw went to her room and fell on her bed, the most comefortable bed she had ever slept on, and wrapped herself in her blankets. She stayed that way for a long time, basking in her lonelyness.

When the moon rose she went outside, as she had done every night since her comming here. the night had strange effects on her: her body was strenghened and her eyes sometimes became red. She looked to the full moon and howled much like the Griffondor traitor to the dark lord would have. But her howl fadded as she remembered her meeting with the dark lord.

she had come to him, telling him of the werewolf's tretchery and offered herself to take her life as punishment. But he truned her offer down, instead giving her the task of erasing the memories of all who were in the battle of the forest: The werewolf girl Alaya, the blind girl Rinoa, the dark lord's target Emilia, and several others. But the first year student could not carry this out. She had never known a way to erase memories before. Instead of fulfilling her duties she fled back to the safety of the castle to hide like a coward.

she cursed herself for her weakness. If anything, prove you are strong and face him. You always faced your master, no matter the beatings. What could you have lost, a worthless life? You're nothing more than a weak coward Yuna, face it

Her thoughts were interupted by a dragon's roar, deep within the forest. She stood and ran after it ignoring all thoughts of what could be her death waiting for her in the dragon's teeth. The forest became darker and darker as the moments passed, yet she never was able to not see each leaf on each tree and bush. Even the hairs of the unicorn's tails that had been torn off by the branches were gleaming.

The dragon roared when it saw her. It did not fly though it's powerful wings raised and fell as it tried. All across its dusty-brown colored scales was the stains and scars of blood. This dragon, one she reconized as a Hungarian Horntail, had been in battle.

"Come no closer human," It said though Yuna was certain dragons could not speak, "I have no need to fight with you. Let me go my own way and I will leave you be."

"But you're hurt," Yuna said slowing her pace so she crept towards it with her wand where it could see it. "I may be able to help you."

"My body will heal itself," She growled, "I'm not dead yet like the rest of you wand-weilding fools in that castle."

"At least let me see your wounds."

"I'm fine!" She roared and stepped back a ways so Yuna could not touch her. "Besides, the werewolf only scratched me, there wasn't a bite."

"A werewolf did this to you?" Yuna asked "Not one of the students here?" In her mind she cursed the griffondor girl.

"Not a student," she finally relaxed enough that she laid down and licked one of the cuts on her leg, "The student's father. I believe he was called Adam, a follower of the Death Eater Greyback. I had a mission, to find someone, and he attacked me and stole a student. A Death Eater there by the name of Inri called the stolen child 'the Crecent girl'. She may have been who I was looking for, if the power of the moon was truly with her. But there werewolf defeated me and I fell."

"I know what happened. I was the first one to find what was left after the attack. I brought the headmistress to try and help. I suppose I saw you there too, but you were dead."

"So you humans say," She said annoyed at the sound of 'human', "I was alive then, weak but alive. But I never found 'The Cresent Girl' so I must go back to my clan untill she may return." The Horntail rose and shook herself off. Most of her wounds were actualy gone and only the stain on her scaled remained. She raised her wings to fly away but Yuna called out to her, to stop her.

"Wait, when will I see you again?"

"Why would you want to see me? I am a great, terrible, fire-breathing monster. Wouldn't you rather be rid of me? Besides, you want to be loyal to the dark lord, I can have nothing to do with you."

"I turned away from the dark lord," She half lied leaving out the failure part, "I don't actualy want to join him. I was just wanting to find glory and entertainment while I was here." She hoped the dragon would believe her enough to stay, just a bit longer, and she did.

"What is your name, Human?"

"I am Yuna."

At that moment, for the first time, their eyes met. Yuna could feel the slight pain in her eyes that meant they were changing color again. The Dragon's eyes did the same and both became violet. As she looked deep into the dragon's eyes she could hear her voice, though her mouth did not move

"The child's name means moon, perhaps I have not failed GrandMaster! And her eyes, they change just as ours do!" but the feeling of hearing her thoughts faded when she spoke again. "I will see to it that we meet again. My people call me Talma."

Yuna returned to the castle happier then she could ever remember and looked foward to her next meeting with Talma.

[Agrona Turner]

Chapter 2: The ceremony

"Telma!" Yuna called into the darkness. A full moon rose several nights since she had seen the dragon. Now she waited once more in the forest waiting to see if she would come again and keep her promise. "Telma, are you there!"

"Be quiet girl," The voice she had recognized as Telma's answered her cries at last, "Do you want the wand-wielders to come?" With not more than a moment to think Yuna ran forward to hug her now fully healed neck but stopped when she saw she wasn't alone.

Beside the dragon stood a winged centaur. The horse portion of his body was black as night and his tail matched this shade. On one of his front legs it was white from the knee down. His wings were black as well, but they were streaked with red in a pattern that made her believe his wings were like a dark sky being flashed with crimson lightning. His torso was dark as will, but not as much as the rest of him. His eyes were a deep green that were almost like a frog's

"This, Yuna, is the GrandMaster," Telma told her. "He is the one who sent me here and you are the one I believe he sent me to find. He will know if you are."

Yuna did not know what to say. She had studied centaurs for a short while but had never known they could have wings before. The professor had not even bothered to mention it before, but maybe even she hadn't known.

"How will he know about me?" She asked when she found her voice

"You will tell me of your parents, of your past, and of your strange powers." He told her in a commanding voice that still seemed almost peaceful.

"I never thought I had parent's." She told him without hesitation. When she looked into his emerald eyes she knew he did not mean her harm. "They left me for dead before I could remember them. I lived with muggle parents as a slave untill I was invited here.

"And your non magical parents, what of them?" He asked, "What did they think of you being a wand-weilder?"

"I think they were afraid. When I was younger I would go to sleep and wake up as if I had been rolling in the dirt. Sometimes my mom said she nearly drove herself insane because I would dissapear. But I don't remember anything of what happened."

"That sometimes happens to the half-breeds before their power fully developes."

"I don't entirely know what my blood purity is. A boy told me I was a pure blood once, but I had never thought of it before."

"Not the pure blood of a wizzard." GrandMaster said. Dark hair began to cover his body as the horse part of him began to fade. His wings shrivled into his sides and his legs shortened. His tail was no longer long hairs, but a dog's tail. The centaur's human torso melted away entirely, except for the head. From his face a nose began to stretch and his teeth legthened into sharp canines. His ears moved so they were not on the sides of his head, but closer to the top. Also they grew larger and pointed and the dark fur covered them. He lowered his newly formed belly and scratched his paw with what was one of his hooves but was now a wide paw. The winged centaur had become a wolf. "But the blood of a changeling. Sometimes the human part of a changeling will not remember when our powers come into effect when they first start. The gracious moon allows most of us to know our power if we can stay awake in the night."

Yuna would have said something if she had heard what he had said. She stayed there, frozen by what she had seen for a while. The wolf sat up straight and tall, threw back his head, and howled joyfuly at the moon for a moment to prove he was still in good health.

"Yes," the GrandMaster said when she had gotten out of her daze enough to speak, "I believe you are the one we have been searching for. And if you are then you are the one who can help us. But there is not nearly enough time in this night to explain what you must know. Come with me Agrona and you will know the secrets of your past and your destiny."

"Yuna." she corrected him, though she felt foolish doing it.

"What?"

"You called me Agrona, my name is Yuna."

"No," he said standing, "This is the first of your lessons. You are the daugher of Rina and the immortal Oberon. The name Rina gave you on the moment of your birth was Agrona. Yuna is the name the common humans gave you in honor of the moonlight that lead the man who raised you to you. Rina had left you that night for him to find."

"My mother left me for dead?" Yuna thought out loud. She had always known it was true. She would tell people how she had hated her parents for abandoning her, though in her heart she prayed that it was actualy some monster that stole them rather then them being heartless enough to abandon their child.

"No, she knew you would be found. You are a special changeling: an changeling born of both fairy blood and wizzarding blood. It is not easy to explain how this can be done but it is in your blood somehow. when your training is complete you will be able to change your form faster than any of our kind, you can see a person's thoughts and fears and their soul simply by looking into their eyes, and being a daughter of Oberon you will be able to control the bodies of the Lesser-lings like the werewolves and the boggarts. And because of that your mother wanted you protected. She left you in the hands of someone who would care for you and keep you away from our lives. She did not want you thrown in this war."

"What war?"

"That story is for another time Agrona," He said as his body slowly became the winged centaur once more, "now, will you come."

Yuna looked towards Telma and their violet eyes met. Come with us, she seemed to say, I know you can help us. and in that moment Yuna became Agrona.

"I will go."