Odette Ivanjilinah Envy Neveah- Miko Valencia is a vampire Valkyrie. She can control air, earth, fire, water, and nuclear weapons except she can only control one of these each day and she never knows which one it will be. If she summons enough strength to use two powers at once, she gets a whole new power, and she won't know what that is either. Her powers rule her life. She escaped from her hope in Norseway after a brutal atack and is now lost far, far away, and is saved by a mysterious stranger, and wakes up in Hogwarts… Who saved her? What will happen once she wakes up? And who, in Hogwarts, already knows all about her, when she was trying so hard to escape her painful past?

A/N: Ok, so all u need to kno so far is that her nickname is Ivan, but its pronounced Ee-vaahn, so emphasise on the a sound like in French .ok, coo,, bye bye and leave a review for me!

She slipped on her empire waist gown bodice-corset, which was bursting of red, luxurious lace and the rim of the skirt crispingly stroked the ground and made her appear like she was floating like a white dove on a white cloud. It hang gently around her tiny waist, just showing how delicate and twig like it was, almost as if you could even snap it cleanly, life a wafer. The piles of lace, even though it was full of volume still clung tightly around her swelling bust, making her chest swell underneath the crimson gown, threatening to escape its scarlet clutches of fashionable Ancient Aztec lace. Just the right around of cleavage popping from the cascading V neck made her look like an angel. Caramel bronze coloured hair with strawberry blonde highlights and blonde tipped tresses was in fat encircling ringlets, cascading like a dazzling waterfall down her long, slender dancer's legs, which made her stand at a willowy 5"8 and 110 pounds respectively. It contrasted violently and beautifully with her ice skin. She glared dejectedly at herself in the ceiling mirror rimmed with gold dragons, and stared at her own voluminous caramelicious eyes. Looking into those eyes was like sinking into a pot of honey.

"Why does it have to be this way?" she shrieked and the glass broke as her vioce resonated. And then she hurled her perfume bottle and the glass broke again. Then she put on her 7 inch diamond heels made of rubies and gold in the soles and lay herself tenderly on the double bed four poster circle shaped to go to sleep in her lonely bed with no one there beside her to console her or dry her cheerless and gloomy tears of the worst loneliness ever. She sobbed so much, from her round, angular elf-like eyes. It was almost as if she could fill a whole well with her tears, and drink from it every day because that water was what she needed to live, and then cry out the tears and the years all over again and again.

Then she began to dream, of her icy wilderness home back in Norseway…

"Maiden Ivanjalinah!" shouted her cruel and tempestuous temple-guardian. "You are not to run feral in this locality! You must preserve your lady like equanimity and serve the king as a queen one day!"

Ivan tittered crustily at her educator. He was a tall, built man who always conceitedly carried his enchanted staff around and wore his dishevelled chocolate hair over his eyes and grinned in a sweet way, but only when he was cheerful.

Now, he wasn't.

"I'm just playing Fjord, who cannot do such in such a lonely blizzard place like this? Besides, my father wouldn't know what I'm doing here, he wouldn't care!"

She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling like spectacular sparkly stardust. And continued to scuttle about the field in her short leather and metal armour skirt and midriff armour top, revealing her chiselled belly with that sexy line going down the middle and her teensy weensy waist that made her look so feminine and tantalizing. She clamoured about with those long tan dancers legs in those knee high fur and leather Viking boots and held on to the helmet with horns as she jumped around further, her large, ringletty caramel hair dancing sexily and seductively in the blustery weather.

Then he erected his staff at her and out come a hygienic and sparkly white magic that hit the playful Ivan right in her petite, delicate middle. The magic in her teacher's staff was wild magic, a very powerful type that when it hit you, it penetrated deep inside your soul and got stuck inside your body, and darted around, unwilling to escape!

She fell deep into the snow. It felt cool and fluffy against her cheek.

She was on the ground, her willowy and slight figure seeping deeply into the snow, like the sharpened end of an axe cutting swiftly into a newborn lam. Her alluring caramel hair splayed out all around in a huge circle. her snowy ice skin blending in almost with the snow she lay on. Paralysed, unable to move, her body frozen, she yelled out to her trusting and kind teacher Fjord.

"Help me up! I don't want to be trapped in this icy snow!"

She had attitude in her voice, and she used it and it worked on Fjord all the time. She could hear his feet coming towards her across the snowfall.

"Come on, use your staff! Your magic had paralysed me and you know you shouldn't be using it on me anyways! So you like really have to get me out of here"

He came closer. And all of a sudden, he knelt down beside her, and picked up a pile of snow, and placed it strongly over her face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she said through the snow. "Stop it!" her voice got tinier and her delicate rose-pink mouth could talk no more.

He kept shovelling snow on her face until all she could see was an icy blue white. She was still paralysed And all of a sudden she felt Fjord sit on top of her waist. He was weighty and naked and she couldn't breath, because of all the powerful weight put on her undersized waist. All of a sudden he began to unbuckle her armour leather top and her leather skirt. Then he brutally wiped the snow that was covering her mouth and kissed her ferociously on the mouth digging his face and his teeth in, making sure it hurt Ivan.

"From now on your gonna do what I say when I tell you! Theres no way you will ever disobey me again, you hear Odette Miko Ivanjilinah Envy Neveah- Valencia?"

She hates it when people used her full name. She never said it out loud herself.

She sobbed painfully at what he said, and it hurt even more to sob because he as pressing harder on her frail body.

"Keep sobbing. It only makes this easier, bitch!"

He began to heave his body against hers, and she suddenly felt this horrible pain…

"Suck it up. Go cry to daddy!"

All of a sudden she awoke savagely from her sleep. She placed her hand on her check, and another on her painful small waist and her face was icy, full of wet tears of shame, self hate, and regret and loss of self.

The top part of her lace dress was a little undone, and her skirt was lifted up to her willowy thighs.

"Even in my dreams I am haunted by it all!" she wailed loudly to herself. She ran to the window. The highest window of the tower. And stood up on the ledge, her face facing the interrogative moon. It's laughing face ridiculing her in all her terrible shame. She stood on the ledge, and leant over, slowly hoping gravity would do its business for her…

Harry was flying his Dart (the new broom of the season sent by Sirius in sixth year). He was doing back flips and twirls and he was prancing happily in the air away from Hogwarts. He was getting sick of it, with its teachers and classes. He wanted freedom, so he grabbed his Dart, flew out of those grounds and here he was, somewhere over some snowy lands. He didn't know where, and he didn't even care, because the wind was flipping gallantly through his hair and this was a moment he couldn't bare share with anyone. He lifted his arms out to the sides and closed his eyes, like when he was riding Buckbeake. All of a sudden, he heared a beautiful voice of a girl in the distance, sobbing, crying. He was a brilliant flash of red in the window of a tower, and was entranced by it, and like a dart to a dartboard, a bull to a red cloth, he valiantly darted his broom in that direction.

Ivan stood on the edge. The tips of her razor-sharp heels edging edgily closer to the edge of the sill.

Should I do it?

Shoud I end it?

No one would care! My father wouldn't care! That cruel Fjord would laugh! Let him have his eternal happiness!

I just wan to die!"

She drew her dagger, that she had getten from the caves of Norseway made by dwarves. It was a brilliant silver dagger encrusted with rubies and silver letters that didn't say anything, they were just letters. She then grabbed it in a great fist and in a fit, she dug the tip into her wrist, and slashed sideways, over and over and over and over. She then got to work on the other arm, slashing side ways over and over and over until the blood was dripping down her voluminous crimson lace gown down to her ankles it dripped. Then, in a sudden dash, she lifted the knife high the air to the knife sky. Glaring at the moon, as if it were a person, she aimed the dagger at her neck, and sliced a deep cut against her protruding chest that represented self hate and despair of the soul. She gasped a tiny, baby like gasp, suddenly, realising that she wanted to kill herself over and over, but didn't want to die. She would never be able to kill herself again once she was dead. She saw black fading over into her vision, and knew no more after that.

Harry was flying closer and closer and he saw the lady in red falling, with red specks of her blood behind her! She was bleeding!

"I have no choice!" He yelled definitely.

"I must safe her life!"

He flew over and caught her several feet from the ground, his strong Quiddich toned arm grasping itself strongly around her brittle waist like a jungle vine tapering around a lean tree deep in the amazon.

Without a moments hesitation, he suddenly stared at the bundle of red flowing lace he had saved from death in his arm. What a beautiful fair, moonlit face she had! Those crimson stained lips, parting ever so gently in the moonlight, her flowing hair, enveloping them both, gently in the breeze like a veil. It smelled astonishing. He grabbed a handful and stroked it against his face. He could smell many wonderful things. He glared at her swan like neck and at her chest, which was going up and down very very slowly. And then he saw the blood. The blood! He had to fly to the hospital wing on his Dart this second to save this mysterious strangers life before it was too late!

A/N: That took me ages! Im so glad im dun with it! Few! So, .r for mee! Thanx! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox