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Calypso's POV
With a heavey hart and burning cheek, she watched them leave. Thats all people ever seemed to do when they saw her. Like REALLY saw her. Not when she was gossiping or spreading rumors with Pansy or teasing them in the halls or throwing things at them while the teachers back is turned. See past that shell she managed to construct around herself and into the confused, weak core her father had beaten and starved her into. Calypso had figured if she wasnt the one doing the teasing she would be teased. If her mother hadnt gotten herself killed, mabey things would have turned out different. Mabey she would have had more of a normal witchs childhood; mabey she wouldnt be so mean to other students; mabey she would be in a different house. Mabey.
Calypso moaned and ploped onto the ground. She really wanted to help, but what could SHE do? Her father would have done something like slow time in the one room, so its not like she could do anything. Even if she could think of something, she would half to kill him, and she didnt know if she had the guts. Or streangth.
Calypso bit her lip and stared at the celing, shedding a single tear. Her mum would know what to do. Thinking of her mum, Calypso stood up and wandered over to her desk, were she unlocked a drower with a passed word and took out a gold frame. inside of it was a picture of a beutiful woman with smooth, sleek raven black hair and purple eyes like Calypso. She was lying on a couch with a baby in her arms that looked no more than two months old, with a mop of black hair and swinty purple eyes. Her mum waved, then picked up one of the babys hands and waved it for them. When her mums hands touched hers, the babys lips twitched, as if smiling. Calypso's own lips twitched upward, and she shed more tears. She stared into the eyes of the baby of herself, and released that she new what she had to do. There were more baby witches and wizards just like her, and if her father went on killing them, those babys will never get to see the beauty of Howwarts, or any other school they get into, and never have a life. If she didn't do something, there would be more pain.
Calypso put the picture back, locked the drawer, and crawled to the center of her room. 'I, Calypso Cryson, am absolutely crazy.' she thought to herself as she changed. Into her animagus, of course. It was a huge black wolf unnaturally large, the complete opposite of Calypso herself, who was tall but slim and feminine. The wolf had her purple eyes, and long curved claws that shown silver. Calypso took a long, deep breath and charged to wear the yells were coming from.
When she got there, Calypso was surprised about how many people showed up. They were all under slow time spell, and there was only an aria of several yards that her father was standing in. He raised his wand, pointing it at a student.......... It was Harry Potter. Harry was close enough that the spell would hit him no matter wear he moved to, and it was going to be a deadly spell, Calypso new that much. She let her mind go blank, acted on instinct and snarled loudly. All eyes turned to her as she leapt from the balcony she was standing on and landed on her dad; until she landed she was a huge black blur. He landed hard on his back, Calypso on top of him, and his wand flew a few feet away. She snarled again and dug her claws into his chest. He pushed with all his strength on her stomach and Calypso flew to the other side of the circle, landing on her side. Her eyes subconsciously glanced at the students who were all backing up. She saw Draco and Pansy standing in the midst of some other Slytherin students, she caught there eye and nodded her head slightly as she stood up. She snapped back to her father.
"So, you want to play it this way then? You never were really good, so this should be quick." He said calmly. When he insulted her, Calypso's ears twitched and her tail swished the ground nervously. She growled, and watched her father crouch down and turn into his own animagus: a sleek black panther with visible muscles and sharp claws. Someone in the croud shouted 'There both an animagus!'. No, we just both posses the ability to change into an animal at will. Not an a animagus.
She didn't have more than three seconds to think of a sarcastic responce, because her father lunged at her. They rolled, slashing and clawing at each other for who knows how long. When they separated, Calypso was bleeding from her tail and right ear, and was pretty sure her back left leg was broken. Her father was bleeding from a beep gash on his nosie, several long cuts on his stomach, and a cut on his front right leg. Calypso could feel her energy draining, slowly ebing away. She had to do this fast. Her father ran towards her, so Calypso copied him. But at the last second, her father jumped to the side, streached out his jaws and closed them around the hollow in-between her neck and shoulder. Before Calypso could react, her father tossed her across the room, letting her slam into a wall and give out a cry of pain as she sank to the floor. She lay there barely moving or breathing, and her father must halve mistaken her for dead. He father changed back into his own body.
"You see, children, that is what happens to you when you mess with the dark lord. You end up like that pile of rubbish over there!". He motioned to Calypso. "So make it easier on youselfs, join me."
"Never!" Harry shouted angrily. "We would all rather die than join you!" people 'Yeah'ed and cheered Harry. 'Harry Potter, that was so the wrong thing to do...... Should have just left it at never...' Calypso thought to herself. Her father snarled and raised his wand. The time spell was gone but if he did it quick enough Harry would be struck. Something in Calypso's mind click then. She was the only one to stop him, and she had to. Before her father could say one of the deadly spells, Calypso growled. Again, all eyes turned to her. Shakily she got up, shook the debris from her fur and ran at her father. He began to blast spells at her, but she managed to dodge them without getting hit. She jumped to his side, jumped right behind him, reread up and clasped her jaws around his neck. He screamed in horrible pain, and clawed at Calypso's snout, but she wouldn't let go. He fell to his knees, fell onto the ground, and after five minutes when limp. His blood stopped pumping and so did his hart. That's when the full realization came to Calypso that she had attacked and killed her father. The whole world seemed to crash on her, and she suddenly felt very tiered. Without looking at anyone or doing anything, Calypso left her fathers body and limped back to her room.
When she got there, she collapsed on the floor halfway to her bed. When she shifted back into herself, it took all her energy just to stay conscious. Of course, with her wounds, that energy didn't last long, so she did pass out.
Calypso's POV
With a heavey hart and burning cheek, she watched them leave. Thats all people ever seemed to do when they saw her. Like REALLY saw her. Not when she was gossiping or spreading rumors with Pansy or teasing them in the halls or throwing things at them while the teachers back is turned. See past that shell she managed to construct around herself and into the confused, weak core her father had beaten and starved her into. Calypso had figured if she wasnt the one doing the teasing she would be teased. If her mother hadnt gotten herself killed, mabey things would have turned out different. Mabey she would have had more of a normal witchs childhood; mabey she wouldnt be so mean to other students; mabey she would be in a different house. Mabey.
Calypso moaned and ploped onto the ground. She really wanted to help, but what could SHE do? Her father would have done something like slow time in the one room, so its not like she could do anything. Even if she could think of something, she would half to kill him, and she didnt know if she had the guts. Or streangth.
Calypso bit her lip and stared at the celing, shedding a single tear. Her mum would know what to do. Thinking of her mum, Calypso stood up and wandered over to her desk, were she unlocked a drower with a passed word and took out a gold frame. inside of it was a picture of a beutiful woman with smooth, sleek raven black hair and purple eyes like Calypso. She was lying on a couch with a baby in her arms that looked no more than two months old, with a mop of black hair and swinty purple eyes. Her mum waved, then picked up one of the babys hands and waved it for them. When her mums hands touched hers, the babys lips twitched, as if smiling. Calypso's own lips twitched upward, and she shed more tears. She stared into the eyes of the baby of herself, and released that she new what she had to do. There were more baby witches and wizards just like her, and if her father went on killing them, those babys will never get to see the beauty of Howwarts, or any other school they get into, and never have a life. If she didn't do something, there would be more pain.
Calypso put the picture back, locked the drawer, and crawled to the center of her room. 'I, Calypso Cryson, am absolutely crazy.' she thought to herself as she changed. Into her animagus, of course. It was a huge black wolf unnaturally large, the complete opposite of Calypso herself, who was tall but slim and feminine. The wolf had her purple eyes, and long curved claws that shown silver. Calypso took a long, deep breath and charged to wear the yells were coming from.
When she got there, Calypso was surprised about how many people showed up. They were all under slow time spell, and there was only an aria of several yards that her father was standing in. He raised his wand, pointing it at a student.......... It was Harry Potter. Harry was close enough that the spell would hit him no matter wear he moved to, and it was going to be a deadly spell, Calypso new that much. She let her mind go blank, acted on instinct and snarled loudly. All eyes turned to her as she leapt from the balcony she was standing on and landed on her dad; until she landed she was a huge black blur. He landed hard on his back, Calypso on top of him, and his wand flew a few feet away. She snarled again and dug her claws into his chest. He pushed with all his strength on her stomach and Calypso flew to the other side of the circle, landing on her side. Her eyes subconsciously glanced at the students who were all backing up. She saw Draco and Pansy standing in the midst of some other Slytherin students, she caught there eye and nodded her head slightly as she stood up. She snapped back to her father.
"So, you want to play it this way then? You never were really good, so this should be quick." He said calmly. When he insulted her, Calypso's ears twitched and her tail swished the ground nervously. She growled, and watched her father crouch down and turn into his own animagus: a sleek black panther with visible muscles and sharp claws. Someone in the croud shouted 'There both an animagus!'. No, we just both posses the ability to change into an animal at will. Not an a animagus.
She didn't have more than three seconds to think of a sarcastic responce, because her father lunged at her. They rolled, slashing and clawing at each other for who knows how long. When they separated, Calypso was bleeding from her tail and right ear, and was pretty sure her back left leg was broken. Her father was bleeding from a beep gash on his nosie, several long cuts on his stomach, and a cut on his front right leg. Calypso could feel her energy draining, slowly ebing away. She had to do this fast. Her father ran towards her, so Calypso copied him. But at the last second, her father jumped to the side, streached out his jaws and closed them around the hollow in-between her neck and shoulder. Before Calypso could react, her father tossed her across the room, letting her slam into a wall and give out a cry of pain as she sank to the floor. She lay there barely moving or breathing, and her father must halve mistaken her for dead. He father changed back into his own body.
"You see, children, that is what happens to you when you mess with the dark lord. You end up like that pile of rubbish over there!". He motioned to Calypso. "So make it easier on youselfs, join me."
"Never!" Harry shouted angrily. "We would all rather die than join you!" people 'Yeah'ed and cheered Harry. 'Harry Potter, that was so the wrong thing to do...... Should have just left it at never...' Calypso thought to herself. Her father snarled and raised his wand. The time spell was gone but if he did it quick enough Harry would be struck. Something in Calypso's mind click then. She was the only one to stop him, and she had to. Before her father could say one of the deadly spells, Calypso growled. Again, all eyes turned to her. Shakily she got up, shook the debris from her fur and ran at her father. He began to blast spells at her, but she managed to dodge them without getting hit. She jumped to his side, jumped right behind him, reread up and clasped her jaws around his neck. He screamed in horrible pain, and clawed at Calypso's snout, but she wouldn't let go. He fell to his knees, fell onto the ground, and after five minutes when limp. His blood stopped pumping and so did his hart. That's when the full realization came to Calypso that she had attacked and killed her father. The whole world seemed to crash on her, and she suddenly felt very tiered. Without looking at anyone or doing anything, Calypso left her fathers body and limped back to her room.
When she got there, she collapsed on the floor halfway to her bed. When she shifted back into herself, it took all her energy just to stay conscious. Of course, with her wounds, that energy didn't last long, so she did pass out.
