Keily's Chronicles: Part 3 - Keily's Little Prince

Well, some of you have guessed that I am currently in the Most Ancient House of Black which is still playing host to the Order of the Phoenix. Now before you start panicking at the thought that I have revealed the headquarters for the Order I will give my explanation. I don't really know how they did it, but the Weasley Twins managed a sort of concealment charm on my latop that connects straight to my blog. So though you--that is, my friends--can easily read what it says about Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, our enemies cannot. So...if any of you want to drop in on me, you know where I am...or do
you? I recall that only the Secret Keeper can reveal the actual location of this place, so you might not be able to find me anyways...But I do suppose it's better that way.

I've barely talked to anyone since I arrived, though I have to say that I've been taking the last week or so rather calmly (although, I must admit that my fear of fire has gone up thanks to Mustafar and a few crackers being let loose at my feet as a welcome from the Twins), especially considering the last few days. Fred and George talk to me when they swing by--which is pretty often despite being savvy businessmen.

"Slow days." They often told me to which I gave a smile at.

Besides not really talking to anyone, I spent the better part of yesterday trying to get William to settle in--what with that blasted portrait of Mrs. Black constantly yelling bloody murder at us--

"HEATHENS! I HAVE BLOOD TRAITORS IN THIS HOUSE! AND A CHILD BORN OF UNSPEAKABLE MEANS! TAKE THAT DIRTY BLOODED THING AWAY FROM THIS PLACE! IT IS--"

--the Twins getting into trouble--

"We didn't mean to send her into shock." said George plaintively.

"Really! We just wanted to scare her with a little harmless fun!" defended Fred.

"How were we supposed to know that she had a bad phobia of fire?"

--the infamous spats between Mrs Weasley and just about everyone else--

"RONALD WEASLEY! YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF HERMIONE THIS MINUTE! WE HAVE GUESTS!"

"Mum!"

--and just about everything else that can happen in this crazy house. Harry hadn't arrived just yet, according to what I heard the others whisper. Apparently he had heard news of Death Eater activity and had gone off to check it out along with Professor McGonagall and a few other adults. I smiled a little, at the fact that he was allowed to go along instead of just staying behind and being left in the dark as most tended to do with him. And it had been Harry's decision to save me, too...even though we were virtually strangers and people who didn't agree with one another on many subjects. Mainly pertaining to Severus and Draco.

That was a subject that was pretty touchy with the rest of the Order as well, which was the main reason I didn't bother talking to too many of them or for a long amount of time. I was afraid of creating rifts between us and I didn't want that...especially if I wanted answers later on. Yesterday, I had asked about what was going on many, many, many times, but...no one really wanted to give me any answers and if they did, what they knew was very little. I had to wait until Professor McGonagall returned. Not that I don't trust Harry, but I do have to worry a bit about what he would say to me.

I have to say...I'm lucky that I'm still connected to you all (courtesy of the Twins yet again) and that everyone in the Order isn't holding William's lineage against him.

Speaking of William...I suppose I should continue my chronicles until I get my answers...for I am quite sure that some of you want some for yourself...Like exactly how William came to me...Or in some cases...

...came to be.


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Did you know that there are alternate universes out there? I'm sure some of you know. I am very sure of their existence for the sheer fact that dead people had been popping up when they shouldn't have been at all. Or you know...other various things that should never be mentioned...

The day after I went into my spiralling karaoke depression, I decided that I should try to pretend that everything was going to be fine. Or at least keep myself busy so I didn't have to think about it. I began to start working on a costume for the upcoming anime convention in November. I finished in the record time of four hours full of non-stop sewing. Hoo-rah. [/sarcasm] You can guess that I'm not too enthusiastic at the moment, right?

I decided to take up my old training regime from when I was just a teeny bopper. I dusted off my foils and began doing exercises with them. Back when I was little...about 12 to 14 years old--maybe younger...I started taking fencing lessons. I stopped after I got into a bad accident and my parents panicked. I kept my old foils despite argument from my parents, though I never touched them. Every day for almost five or six years I longed to touch the hilt of the light practice rapiers...

I'm older, slightly wiser and a lot more careful now--with no idiot rivals to try to hurt me. So I do my best to ease back into something I had long abandoned. I kind of stunk though. My speed isn't what it used to be...my grip is terrible and my memory is fuzzy at best about what I had learned.

Still, I was feeling a little better now that I had managed to get some of the anger out of my system. Karaoke and violence are the best medicine for an Asian girl in depression. I was about to go and get myself a cream soda as a treat when I hear the sounds of something hitting the ground behind me (I had decided to practice in the backyard). Turning around I saw a man dressed in a white coat with long brown hair and familiar ice blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. I blinked as his appearance registered in my mind. Once it did, my jaw dropped appropriately.

Many a time have people said that if you worked hard enough...your dreams could come true. Or if your dreams were strong enough, they could become a reality. Well, here Ueru Betsubetsuni standing in front of me...a man who, just yesterday, was just a figment of my imagination...made up as a partner to my fanfic avatar in my own PPC spin-off. I blushed a bright red at how good looking he was and cursed myself for making him so. And then I wondered...what was he doing here? Was he going to try and off me for being such a terrible author? For making his life so miserable that Vader's seemed like a walk in the park (well, that's an exageration, really)?

But then I noticed that he was carrying something in his arms. Curiosity getting the better of me I stepped forward and asked him what he wanted.

"You are Agent Shinra's 'true self', are you not?" he asked, his voice a slightly emotionless and smooth baritone--just as I had imagined it would sound. I understood the question and nodded my head. In the PPC, there are often theories that run through the corridors about how each person there is merely the avatar of someone else--most likely an author. And since I am the author who wrote the spin-off that included Ueru and Shinra, I had to be the true self. It's a little confusing to think at times, but you get the hang of it after a while. "Then do you know the specifics of the mission known as 'Subjugation' and all your duties pertaining to it?" Once again, I nodded, though I had to furrow my brows.

The PPC protects the continuums of many different 'universes' that are inadvertedly invaded by Mary-Sues, typos that become living beings, geographical mistakes and so on--just because they can become as real as the man before me was. They go on many missions to stop things like this from happening and to keep the places safe. As for Subjugation...

Some months ago when I was visiting the PPC Message Board someone had discovered a terrible fanfic called 'Subjugation'. It had nearly everything imaginable in it. Homaphrodites, werewolf sex, pregnancy, a magically dead Voldemort, lots of slash, defamation of character, pedophilia and various other things I could barely name, but the worst part of it all was...an evil Dumbledore. Now folks, I had never been a fan of the guy, but I do know and good and noble character when I see it. And Dumbeldore had been a great man, but the things that the author made him do in this fanfic...

Molestation of students, fathering illigitimate children who were not his by canon, being cruel and manipulative in the worst of senses and...and...

Being William's real father. I had read the whole damned thing through at least three times. Dumbledore rapes a Snape that had been turned homaphrodite and gets him pregnant twice. First with William and then with an unborn second child which was 100% female. Yes, folks...THAT'S the real reason why I didn't want to say anything to Severus. I had just been making up excuses so I didn't have to say the full truth...

At the time, I just thought it all unreal...and that when I signed up to be the children's surrogate mother (though I only ended up with one), I thought it not quite real.....Though I desperately wished it were. Even if I am young and inexperienced, I do want a child, because I know I can never have my own.

And now...here Ueru is...to deliver William to me. I thought I was going to cry when I held him for the first time. Just as the author had described. He was a beautiful baby with a healthy color, already with a head of black hair and the most familiar and gorgeous twinkling blue eyes I had ever seen...And he was my responsibility.

"You do realize that he must never come into contact with his true relatives, don't you?" Ueru asked, looking at me gravely. I returned it with an incredulous look. He had to be kidding. "We think it would be best if he grewup to be a muggle child instead of the Sue-child we suspect him to be..." Sue children are children born from Mary-Sues or from A Mary-Sue author's influence. William as just that. And in accordance to PPC Rules and Regulations...Mary-Sues had to be terminated. I held the child in my arms protectively, worried that Ueru might do something rash. And as his writer I knew he was quite capable of it. He's assassinated more than twenty Mary-Sues and had killed one Sue-child already.

"You can't do that!" I yelled spontaneously, moved by maternal instinct and terrible indignation. "And where's Anna?!" Yes, where was the second child? I said I would adopt both of Severus' children. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Anna?" he repeated. I blushed. I had said the first name that came to mind that I liked. The second child, being unborn, had no name as of yet, so I decided to name her myself. I explained as much to him. "We decided...that it wold be for the best that they were separated...as to not suddenly rouse memoies of a past they cannot return to..or try to find and remake."

"But...that's not fair. You shouldn't separate family...it isn't right! Look what happened with Luke and Leia!" Oh, god. Luke and Leia. The thought of them made me think of Vader and with that...the current battle against the Emperor and with that I thought about Severus for the first time in that day. And instead of being weepy, I got angry...VERY angry.

It's almost needless to say that I gave Ueru what for in through violence. I won't tell you what I did to him, but I'm sure you all can guess the amount of damage I did to him with the weapons I had on hand. At the same time, I yelled at him about what it was to hide the truth from someone--that they might ruin the person that they are by hiding the truth. I shouted at him that things might turn out alright if I tried hard enough--tried really, really, really hard to make things right that they would be.

And you know what the bastard tells him as I'm heaving and wheezing?

"Tell Severus the truth and we'll see." he said. "Then maybe I can help you find Anna and set things right." And with that, he went back to wherever PPC HQ was located in via portal. I sighed. What the hell did I just do and get myself into?

Things were just happening so fast...and I wondered...

And then William started to cry.

"Oh! Don't cry...Don't cry!" I said, beginning to shush him.

And that was how I ended up with an infant son.

Strange, eh?