Chap: 5 From bad to worse…
By the end of the first week, he was extremely scared. She spent her entire time on the couch…watching movie after movie…neither speaking, nor moving. He called in reinforcements. Ron…Ginny…George…Fred…any and all of their friends. Harry personally felt like they had swapped bodies. He, Ron and Ginny sat talking about that…What could her parents tell her that would make her go into a state, of comatose like that? Albus said everyone need to keep telling her that they were here for her, that they loved her, But not to say everything would be alright for he and her parents agreed that telling her that would be a lie…for that would surely hurt her even worse. She had nightmares, she would wake up crying, face flushed covered in cold sweat, eyes wide and filled with fear…As if the demons inside her head were so damning that they left a shell of their friend in its wake. They had a week left before they had to go to school and that’s when Harry and the other’s started to feel desperate. Would she ever wake from this catatonic state of depression…would she ever respond to anything? He knew what it felt like to feel this horrible…to feel so despondent to everything…like listening to a broken radio hearing but unable to focus on the words…seeing but not recognizing… Feeling, but not responding. He was still taking care of her, feeding her, bathing her, dressing her, Holding her and waiting for something…other then that fist night she seemed to lose the ability to speak. Her brown eyes dull and lifeless, he actually felt angry at her, He wanted to yell at her, Tell her to get up and over what they said…to take control of her life. Then immediately felt guilty about it. Therefore, he did something else. It was the evening before the start of school. The previous week he had gotten his books, went to Diagon Alley, and got his school supplies and a couple of other things as well. S.A.M.A that’s what Helen told him. He went a jeweler and got a silver and sapphire pendant. An enchanted bouquet of Moonflowers that would forever bloom and never die. A new Alterative rock CD for her the band…the Wizarding band was called Breaking Benjamin and the first Song “So Cold” was one that he could respond to and one he thought she would like as well…then finally the best Asian food he could find. He set the Drawling room up, Remus helping with the magic he couldn’t do. Tonks and Ginny taking over her care for the evening. By 8:00 the room was ready, The furniture was moved to the side, the T.V off A stereo in the corner play the CD…as table for two with the vase of Moonflowers in the middle, Candles floating in mid air, White table cloth, and the small gray box next to her china plate, filled with her favorite Asian room. Ginny came to see if it was ready took one look at the room, another at Harry dressed in his muggle best then said
“If she doesn’t come too after coming into this room I don’t what to do…My god it’s like a dream come true…excellent…I’ll be right back…” Ginny said gleefully as she ran out of the room the smile on her face. Making him feel this would help Mione. He crossed the room and stood at the door. He turned his head at the sound of footsteps and there she walked. A vision in white. The dress was white silk just below the knee, so thin it clung to everyone of her curves, the deep v of the front revealing the lush full breast straining against the thin fabric, the straps of the dress so thin Harry thought they would snap with the lightest of touches. The back or lack thereof was rounded near the small of her back the straps crisscrossing over her smooth skin. The dress left nothing to the imagination. Tonks and Ginny had pulled her hair in loose bun on top of her head, curly tendrils falling around her heart shaped face. Her feet were encased in thin white strapped sandals. He stepped up and offered his arm that she took. She looked at him and for the first time in almost two weeks she smiled, a small smile, not fully reaching her eyes, but all the same a spark. He guided her into the room and closed the door behind them. Her arm fell from his as she looked around the room. From the stereo playing, that song and the words really hit him more now then any other time
Crowded streets all cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run
You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Starved men die
She
turned and walked to the flowers leaned in and smelled them inhaling as if it
were giving her life…
Show me how we end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try
She looked at the candles as if
disbelieving…her hand reaching to touch the bases…
If you find your family, don't you cry
In this land of make-believe, dead and
dry
You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hands on me one last time
She
turned and looked at him. The smile lit her radiant face as she walked over to
him and put her arms around his neck pulling his face to hers and kissing him
on the lips…
Show me how we end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try
The
kiss was so heart achingly tender, so sweet, he felt a surge of power flow
through him as if her warm sweet mouth was giving him life…
Show
me how we end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try
It's alright… It's alright… It's alright…
It's alright… It's alright…
It's alright… It's alright… It's alright…
It's alright…
“I
love you…But I can’t see you anymore…I’m sorry” She whispered gently across his
lips as she tilted her head back and looked at him her chocolate brown eyes
filled with tears turned and walked away…leaving his heart shattered in pieces.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
If
he didn’t feel bad enough after what she said he felt a thousand times worst a
few hours later. He walked over to the liquor cabinet grabbed the bottles of
Firewhiskey and proceeded to drink himself unconscious. Later when he thought
about it. He wonder briefly, if he had gone after her…would she still be here.
It was late when he finally passed out on the couch, one and a half bottles of
Firewhiskey’s later, the stereo off. Had he or the other’s been awake maybe he
would have heard the soft click of door closing, the quiet creaks and footsteps
of someone moving down the steps. The creak of the front door opening or the
small lone figure walking briskly away from the house and into the darkness of
the night…
“Harry
get up…Where’s Mione? Have you seen her…” Ron asked in a ragged voice. Harry
sat up, groaned and looked at his freckled face friend. His head pounding from
the amount of alcohol he consumed the night before. His vision blurred a
sickening taste in his mouth, as he sat up an envelope fell off his chest. He
leaned over and scooped it up, he ripped it open and began to read the small
neat writing…His face, going whiter and white as each minute passed.
“Get
her parent’s, Albus everybody…” Harry said briskly as he stood up…ignoring the
pounding of the head, or the feeling of sickness and he walked out of the room,
and down to the kitchen. Helen, Edward and Albus looked at him and Helen asked
in a worried filled voice.
“The
drawling room door was locked, where is she?” Helen asked on the verge of
tears.
He
handed her the letter, her face going paler and paler at each word, by the end
she was in tears…
“Oh
my god Edward she’s gone…dammit…we should have…we should have…” Helen sobbed as
she clung to him. Albus picked up the letter and read…his impassive face
showing nothing. Then turning it over to Edward. The words echoing in his
mind…as if imprinted into his skull
My Dearest and truest love,
I know the past two weeks have been
hard on you…but I’d like to thank you for all that you’ve done and still do for
me. I know I said not to use the word you…But I have to say…you are my greatest
feeling of hope that I can ever have…It’s my hope and everlasting faith in you
that guides the road to my destiny. I felt so shattered that night two weeks
ago, but you stay with me, took care of me, and little by little I came to
terms with what my mother told me on that stormy night. As you’ve seen I can
probably write a book about my feelings and all my thoughts of what was said,
but I’m going to make this brief and to the point. Two years ago, my mum and
dad told me that I wasn’t Edwards’s daughter, that when my mother was very
young she was in accident and suffered a complete case of amnesia. In time, her
memories came back and then she told me what happened to her in the orphanage
that she was raped and most likely, her nameless and faceless abuser was most likely
my father. Someone that worked there but was dead…There was a fire there and
she was the only survivor. The story was one straight out of science
fiction…But I checked her story and found it to be true…that
Love,
Hermione Anastasia Granger-Riddle
The
meeting that followed was like her letter, brief and to the point. By the end
of the meet however he had come to several conclusions. One honesty wasn’t all
that great…that in small doses it could be handled easier, Two that Adults
could be as stupid as kids were tactlessness was concerned and three…He was
going to damn himself for not doing something about this sooner.
“I
have question for Helen? Why did you give her the news about Voldemort being
her father like THAT…WHY THAT WAY…COULD YOU NOT THINK OF A LESS TACTLESS WAY TO
DO IT…” Harry yelled as he looked at her. The room silenced and Helen looked at
him in shock. His eyes darted to Edward who stood up and made his way across
the crowded the kitchen.
“WHY
YOU LITTLE…” Edward yelled as he pushed his way to Harry before he knew it he
was on his feet, wand drawl looking at the man thinking nothing but how he
would like to hurt him. His scar tinged and a small voice in his head said
“Do it Harry…hurt him
the way he hurt her…” a deep venomous voice whispered in his head.
“Stop
both of you…” Albus said as he got in between both men his hand on Harry’s
shoulder and Edward’s as well, but power surged threw him and Albus couldn’t
hold him he stepped back keen eyes looking at him…searching.
“No, this needs to be said…it was bad enough How I
found out my fate, But couldn’t you see I handled it much better then she
would…I have been chased all my life by him…Something like this was shocking
but not earth shattering. She spent a better part of her life as your
daughter….two years ago you changed that, not badly but gently and she was ok
with it now, You should have just told her you weren’t sure who her father was
but that maybe it was a wizard…then a dark wizard…then finally Voldemort. Not
like this. Is that why you let me stay to confirm your story and give her the
bad news….to make me the scapegoat…That’s an incredibly cruel way to tell her.
Even as tactless as I am I could never do that to her…It your fault she
left…your fault that she out there searching for him and your fault I have to
leave to go find her. For god only know what will happen to her. So thank you…thank you very much…Impeccable parenting skills…” harry paused taking a
breath before saying in a cold voice “Makes me think it’s probably a good thing
mine are dead. If they had given me news like that the way you did…I’d never be
able to look at them again…” He looked to Helen who was crying softly, to
Edward whose face was expressionless. Finally to Albus who looked both fearful,
yet proud of him. He held out his hand and Albus took it. He turned and walked out of the room opening
his palm to see the letter wrapped around the silver serpent pendent. He put it
around his neck and ran up to his room. He grabbed his cloak, both his father’s
and his new black hooded one. The map that he knew would be of no use but all
the same always like to keep it on him and finally his Firebolt. He turned to
see Ron and Ginny next to the door. She spoke quickly, a note of anxiety in her
voice.
“Before
we go there’s something I need to tell you two…I had no idea what to think of
it and even now weeks later, I’m kicking myself in ass for not saying
anything…It’s about the night of the D.O.M. Harry. I saw something that just
amazed me but makes sense now. When you were in the death chamber and Neville
followed, Someone came in, I was almost completely knocked out but was coming
around and that’s when I saw him…Voldemort, He was leaning over someone looking
at them, I stayed still not wanting him to notice I was conscious. He kneeled
there for several minutes, then he leaned more over, there was some noises but
I still didn’t know who he was leaning over, He pointed his wand and said Healous…healing that person’s wound…Then
he stood up and left. Then I saw it was Hermione and I was completely shocked.
I didn’t know what to think. Why was he healing her…Now I know why. She looks a
lot like her mum but I can see him in her as well. The Dark hair and eyes, pale
skin and blood red lips, I remembered what Riddle looked like when he was
younger…They look alike, But you have to know what he looked like to see
this…I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything sooner…” Ginny said remorsefully as she
bowed her head.
“It’s
ok, you two sure you want to do this?” Harry asked as he shouldered his broom.
“Are
you kidding…I’ve been looking forward to this all year…” Ron said with grin.
“I
think we should go to Fred and George’s first getting some disguises first, we
are going to Knockturn Alley right, we wouldn’t last five minutes there with
you…” Ginny said as she looked him up and down.
“Good
idea…I was thinking Borgin and Blotts…that place I was in a few years ago.”
Harry said as they walked down the step and out the front door. No one came to
stop them had they tried they would have been hexed and curse to no end. The
threesome was a sight for the muggles, all in black cloaks, carrying brooms in
one hands and wooden sticks in the others. They talked quietly on the
underground, till they finally ended up near the stop at the Leaky Cauldron.
Walking in Tom greeted them and asked them why they weren’t on the train to
Hogwarts. They didn’t answer but asked him if they had seen Hermione and if so
when. He said no, but he did see someone come in at around 5 this morning in a
cloak, with the hood drawl and walk straight threw to the back door. To the
courtyard. They thanked him and went to the courtyard as well. Tapping the
third stone from the left above the trashcan, the entrance open and they walked
through heading straight towards WEASELY
WIZARD WHEZZES …Fred and George’s store who, immediately pounced on them
immediately upon entering and asked them what was going on and if it was true.
“Is
what George saying true…she’s really…his kid…No fucking way…” Fred asked in
disbelief.
“And
you should have seen the way he yelled at the Granger’s. Boy her dad was pissed
at you…then He broke down in tears after you left. So you guys going to find
her…” George asked as he looked at them.
“Yes,
and don’t broadcast what we are doing or what you heard...please. We need some
disguises…I brought the cloak.” Harry said as he moved his black one to show
nothing underneath, his body invisible.
“Yes,
several, some in charm, potion or combo of both. Here follow me…” George said
as he lead them past the long shelves of extreme gag gifts, like skiving snack
boxes and ton-tongue taffy, finally to a back door in the store, a sort of work
area, caldrons bubbled on a table that filled half the room boxes and crates on
either side, a small desk in the back corner filled with stacks of parchment.
He went to the wall on the left and took down several boxes.
“Long
lasting or tough breaking…” George asked as he looked at them.
“Long
lasting…I wanna go blond again…with green eyes this time, maybe short and
curly.” Ginny said George opened the lid
of the box took out four pills and grabbed small bags, he pulled out his wand
and tapped each bag. A label appeared on each bag…Blond, Green, Short, Curly,
he filled each bag with several pills handing each one to her tapped the bag
again and instructions appeared. Then Ron made his request, black, blue, long
then George did the same finally turning to Harry.
“So
Harry, blond, brunette, red head…brown eyes, blue eyes, gray eyes, short hair,
long hair, curly, straight, big nose, small nose, we have it all.
“Long
and black, straight, gray eyes, and can I do something about the scar? And
glasses as well?” Harry asked with a grin.
“Yes,
I was thinking about you when we were making these up…Trying to go for the dead
man approach?” George asked coyly…all three knowing that description very well.
“Ya,
let really make my presence known…” Harry said with a smirk. George grabbed 3
small cloth bag off the shelf and started throwing
things Pell mell into them. The bags obviously enchanted to hold more then one
would think. They walked back out front and Both George and Fred scoffed at him
for trying to pay for items. They hugged one another the Twins telling them to
be careful and follow the instructions. Once back on the street the bags went
under their cloaks, disguises intact they set off for Knockturn Alley.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
2 hours earlier…
She
looked around carefully. She looked at her appearance…Dark blue jeans, Black
t-shirt, Black sneakers and long black cloak. With the hood drawn, no one could
see her face, or hair that was pulled back in a tight bun at the base of her
neck. The bar made Hogs Head look immaculate…at 6:00 am it was much busier then
she had anticipated, but she had to move quick…So what better place to look for
him or someone that would associate with him but here. The questions was how to
do this. Time was short and Harry and the Order would be coming to find her
soon. Tom my not have seen her face when she went through the Leaky Cauldron
quickly but they’d ask if she had seen her or someone like her. She took a deep
breath and looked to the right of the door at the bar. Straightening her shoulders,
she walked calmly up to the greasy brown haired wizard behind the bar whom
looked up and grunted in a deep voice
“What’ll
ya have?” He asked as he stopped cleaning the counter with a filthy rag.
“I’m
looking for someone…” she stated calmly as she pulled back her hood and looked
him in the eye.
“Do
I look like a phone book…” The man grunted before turning away, as he turned
She reached in her pocket and dropped her moneybag several galleons spilling
out of the bag. He turned and in a sweet voice she said
“Opps
I’ve seemed to have spilled my money…” Mione said as she began shoveling it back
into the bag. Moving quickly she turned and began to walk away, but before she
could take two steps he grunted
“I
think you missed some..” He said as he cocked his head. She step back and in a
low voice, he asked…
“Who
you looking for…” He grunted quietly.
“The
Dark Lord…” she whispered as she leaned in. He scanned the room before
grunting.
“Backdoor
5 minutes…You don’t show and I’ll come find you.” He hissed as he handed her a
drink. With a quick nod she turned and walked away heading for a table. She sat
down and watched as he walked out of a door at the back of the room. She took a
sip of the drink and almost spit it out, before swallowing it, the red liquid
burning all the way down her throat. When the five minutes passed, she got up
leaving the drink on the table and walked into the door the bartender walked
through. She opened the door into found herself in a small office, there was
desk in a corner, two chairs in front of the desk and a fireplace on the right
side of the room. The bartender was in one of the chairs and another man behind
the desk, he turned and she knew at once, who he was. Three weeks earlier, The Daily Prophet wrote how Lucius and
several other death eaters got off on a technicality and were acquitted of all
charges. Seeing him was not surprising. His smirk widened as his steely gray
eyes landed on her.
“Miss
Granger what a pleasant surprise…” Lucius Malfoy said in a silky voice as he
smirked softly.
“Thank
you…I wanted to see him right away…” Mione said calmly as she looked at him
refusing to look away.
“Whom,
if I may ask…” Lucius purred as he tilted his head to the left.
“The
Dark Lord Voldemort…” Mione said in a matter of fact voice as if it was
obvious.
“Really,
and what makes you think I know would know where he is?” Lucius asked in a
falsely surprise voice as if shocked to her hear say his name. She decided to
answer his question with a question.
“Do
you have the time?” She asked briskly.
“Yes,
I believe it
“Ok
I’m going to make this quick…in about ½ an hour my parents will wake within ½
of that they be here searching till they find me along with half the Ministry.
So unless you want that to get caught again…in illegal activities. I suggest
you take me to him straight away. I don’t have time to waste standing here
talking to you, But that’s up to you…either take me to him or suffer the
consequences.” Mione said in a brisk snippy voice. He sat there for silently
looking at before reaching into a desk drawer. The hand holding the wand under
her cloak clenched tighter around the maple wood. However, it wasn’t a wand
that was drawn but a small glass vile with clear liquid…Veritaserum. He held
the vile out towards her, she grabbed it, pulled the cork and in drank 1/3 of
it. She put the cork back in the stopper and pocketed the rest. A strange calm
settled over her and she felt very relaxed and a little light headed. She sat
down in the chair behind her.
“State
your full name please…” Lucius asked soft voice, as he looked at her the small
smirk having grown wider.
“Hermione
Anastasia Granger…” Mione answered serenely.
“Age,
blood type and mother’s maiden name…and where do you go to school?” Lucius
asked again. His steely grays never leaving her face.
“15,
“Ok
that will be all…Stay here.” Lucius said as he stood up and walked out of the
room. She breathed a sigh off relief once the door shut silently thinking
“How did I do that…you
know perfectly well your blood type is AB+…” said a firm feminine voice.
She
sat there for several minutes wonder how it was possible that she could
actually lie after taking Veritaserum…was it fake maybe just to make her think
it was real and therefore spill her guts. Nevertheless, she felt some kind
effect, maybe it was made wrong, but surely Professor Snape most likely made it
and that would be impossible. She’d have to ask when she got back to school. If
she got back…When she got back. Her head turned as the door open and Lucius
came back in carrying a small black bag. He reached in and handed her a dagger,
it was small, the blade just mere 4 inches the handle was silver encrusted with
small emeralds. Tapping it once and whispering “Portus”, it glowed blue before turned back to its original color.
“On
3…” He said as he placed a finger next to her hand on the handle.
“2…1…”
and with a jerk, they were whisked away in a whirl of color and wind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
4 days later…
Ginny
had done the asking…asking if they had seen this girl? They had spent close to
200 galleons in their attempt money was the key to the way they could find Mione.
Even with the disguises, it was still rough. As they sat in the Slater’s
place…a rather disgusting bar that made the Hogs Head look immaculate in
comparison. Sitting at one of filthy black booths, slowing slipping firewhiskey
they’re patience was finally rewarded. When Lucius Malfoy came in flanked by
Jeff Goyle and Vincent Crabbe fathers of Draco’s body guards. They resisted the
urge to jump up and cheer. They had conceived a plan. Harry was to be imitating
his cousin Marcus whom he looked very much alike curtsey of the new pills, Ron
was to be his cousin Allen and Ginny was to be Victoria Harry’s sister. They
felt if they approached this as if they were trying to be recruited by the
Voldemort who’s to doubt it. Not all Potter’s had to be good…All their cousins
had gone to school in states. Therefore, who was to doubt their story? They had
owled Albus and in return, he had sent Harry’s cousins. They spent the past 2
days holed up at the Leaky Cauldron learning as much as humanly possible about
the people they would be playing. Now if the plan worked they could get in.
They knew it wouldn’t be easy, but they had to try. Albus was giving them six
weeks…After that they would be suspended for the year and they could not return
until next year. So the sooner this got
on the road the better. Harry and Ron though much to their dislike let Ginny
a.k.a Tory as they had started calling her, do the approaching who was to say
no to a stunningly pretty girl who was willingly to do anything.
“Ready?”
Harry asked as he looked at her.
“Not
really, But what the hell this should be fun…” She smirked before standing up
the smile evaporating the second she stood and a rather calm expression settle
on the pale face. She walked over to the door back over in the corner of the
bar and knocked firmly. Harry and Ron watched in nervous anticipation as the
door open and she walked in, the door shutting with a snap behind her.
“She
going to be ok you know…Tory’s a tough one…she can do this.” Harry/Marcus
whispered as he took a sip his eyes scanning the room, going from table to
table. Ron just nodded his face expressionless, eyes scanning.
“It’s
not Tory, I’m worried about…You’ve barely slept in 4 days, you barely talk, or
eat and you’re drinking why too much…You’re the one freaking me out mate…I know
my sister can handle herself fine, but you. I hate to be the one to say this Mark but what if she doesn’t want to
come back…what if she stays…with him. It wasn’t like he kidnapped her or
anything. She chose to go to him. I’m not saying this because I don’t want to
get her but you’re refusing to acknowledge that and you need to Mark…you need to alright. So enough
firewhiskey…” Ron said in a cold voice as he grabbed Harry’s glass and set it
on the table behind them. The back door open and Tory walked out, face
expressionless. She took a seat and with a quick flash of a smile and nodded
they knew it worked. They spent about another ½ hour there, talking about
nothing before finally leaving for the night. They knew it wasn’t a good idea
to talk anywhere in their surroundings so they waited till they were back out
of their. They had switched to a muggle Inn earlier in the day and walked their
quickly. It was around
“Successful…”
The real Mark asked as the three tired teens came in and sat down. It was still
somewhat strange looking at one another.
“Yes,
Finally…remind me to thank Gred and Forge for that lilac pill. I had no problem
lying to Lucius…he did give me the Veritaserum.
“I
just can’t make anyone happy…and when did you become so damn insightful?” Harry
grumbled as he took of his cloak and began unlacing his boots.
“I
was always insightful I just hide it under a mask of ignorance and hormones…”
Ron said blandly as he looked at him. Marcus, Allen and Tory quieted as they
looked at the two boys.
“Something
else that was not told for my protection…” Harry said with a sigh. The silence
stretched for several minutes before Ron said calmly.
“No,
mine not yours…The last Artesian V-Voldemort got a hold of he did a real number
on…Nobody is ever in a rush to talk about what I can do…” Ron finished quietly.
Ginny came out of the bathroom, red hair falling down her back, wrapped in a
violet dressing gown, combing her hair.
She took one look at the 5 people, Harry and Ron looking at one another,
Marc, Allen and Tory sitting all with anxious looks on their face.
“So
you finally told him good…about time you, Now you can
take us all up to meet her…” Ginny said brightly as she sat on the bed and
began braiding her hair.
“Who?”
Harry asked curiously.
“His
spirit guide…he doesn’t like talking about her…But I want to meet her…you took
mum and dad up, everyone except me…” Ginny whined. Ron gave her a dirty look
before he sighed and reached for his bag, pulling out a tattered old rug. He
got up and laid it on the floor.
“Well
come on everyone in the circle…” Ron said tiredly as he sat down cross-legged
on the faded green rug and held out his hand. Everyone Jumped up quickly and
took a seat making a circle, each grabbing one another hands.
“Now
everyone close your eyes and just breathe, slow deep
breathes. Just think of nothing, complete darkness…good…now in your head…start
counting back from 100…99….98…97…96…” Ron said in a calm voice. Harry and the
others sat there, 90…87…then it happened…they felt like they were floating, and
they were moving…faster and faster…faster and faster…then nothing.
When he opened his eyes he was expecting to see the room, but instead He
was sitting in a gazebo…he looked at the others all except Ron still had their
eyes closed.
“Where are we?” Harry asked in awe as he looked around his surroundings
in amazement. The place was unlike any place he had ever seen…The mysterious
land were colors were so bright and vivid one would think they were fake. The
sidewalk leading away from the gazebo in four directions made of solid gold
bricks. The gardens with flowers so fragrant the air was lushes to breath in,
the river about two meters away with water so blue it looked unreal.
“This is nowhere and everywhere…it looks for different to each person…But
we sort of feed off of one another’s thoughts here…When Artie…my guide is here,
everything is much darker…speaking of whom….” Ron said as he moved his head to
look at something over Harry’s left shoulder. They all turned to see what Ron
was seeing.
She was unlike anyone Harry had ever seen. She was tall about as tall as
Ron, Hair as dark as a raven’s wing, long and flowing freely down her back past
her waist. She was olive skined, with eyes so Violet
they look like crystallized jewels. Her
face was thin, hallow cheek bones, thin magenta lips
and thin pointed nose. She had an hour glass figure, small hands but long
fingers and nails that were painted bright pink, she was dressed in a medieval
gown of pale green silk, rounded neckline, long sleeves, and flowing past her
feet trimmed in gold and a deep plum cloak over her shoulders. She walked
slowly, head held high, thin lips pressed line, her face showing nothing, her
eyes scanning and discarding. Harry had never met royalty but if he could
guess, what a royal would be like, he would say this woman was. When she spoke
is was in a soft musical voice, but it was her eyes that told Harry she was not
a woman to cross. There was hardness about her…as if to hurt her you would be
damned to hell.
“Hello, Ron, I see you brought guest… again…You must be Ginny, Harry,
Allen, Marcus and Victoria …Artemisia McGillis…pleasure to meet you…So why
aren’t you three in school…Your friend will return you know…You’re wasting your
time looking for her…Her destiny is not like yours. You should not
interfere…Her fate was decided ions ago.” Artie said in softly as she looked at
them.
“Why…” Harry said as he looked at her…vivid greens narrowed, lips
pressed in a grim line as his dislike for this woman growing second, by second.
“All of you should know…If you haven’t figured it out by now…then I
can’t help you…Even you three who have only just met her should know what she
was…what she will be and what she will ultimately is…Use the powers that were
given to you. How do you feel when your with her…what
do you see when you looking into her eyes…it’s all right there…just waiting to
be use. Now you must go…you are vulnerable up here…Go back to school…I’ll know
if you haven’t…” Artie said sternly as she looked at them. She turned and
glided slowly away.
“Merlin that is one scary witch…” Allen said impressed voice.
“She’s not a witch. She’s an Illiad,” Ron said calmly. Four jaws dropped
at these word.
“She’s a demon…How can you trust her?” Tory gasped in shock.
“Simple…I learn…I listen and I do as she tells me…she had never steered
me wrong. She wasn’t born an Illiad…that’s what he did to her…She was 12 years
old when he kidnapped her…she has endure tortures like nothing anyone has ever
seen. She survived but just barely…She is highest of Artesians up here…But
chooses a mortal life down there. Any way lets get back…She’s right we can talk
about this down there. Eyes closed start counting…” Ron said gruffly as
everyone closed their eyes and began to count…with a great whoosh they were
traveling very fast then stopped abruptly.
“Ok
were back, what does everyone feel when your around Mione?” Ron asked calmly. As
he let Harry and Ginny’s hand go.
“Peace…”
all five people said at once then chuckled. Ron grinned.
“Ok,
now see…” Ron said jokingly.
“Chesty
brunette….” Allen and Marc said together.
“Hey…”
Ginny and Tory said at the same time.
“Ok
let’s be serious now…maybe a mark or something about the face…” Ron said as he
ticked his fingers much like what Mione did when she was thinking.
“She’s
got a birthmark on her back…it’s about the size of a quarter…a star…white, but
whiter then her skin.” Ginny said softly.
“Ok,
good, so we feel peace when she’s around and she has a star on her back…smell?”
“Like
spring…fresh, pure, clean…” Harry said softly.
“Hear...”
Ron said expectantly.
“Musical…like
your guide…her voice is very calming.” Allen said.
“We’ll
I think Harry can answer the last one…Taste?” Marc said with a smirk. Harry
grinned.
“Like
the sweetest of sins…” Harry said with a blush.
“Ok,
so we got, peace, star, pure, musical and sin…So what kind of magical being
fits that descriptions?” Ron asked rhetorically. The 6 sat there in silence for
several minutes.
“Celestials,
Mirages and Heilathines all have stars, Celestials on their shoulders, Mirages
on their ankle and Heilathines on their arms, maybe something really old and
possibly extinct…” Tory said thoughtfully.
“What
about parentage…Her mums a muggle and Father’s a half-blood…” Allen said
calmly.
“I’m
not so sure….I mean what do we know about her mum…She grew up in a an orphanage
and her Mione’s Aunt married to Bill’s best friend…who’s to say she isn’t a
witch or a squib…” Ginny stated reasonably.
“So
are we staying or going?” Ron asked as
he looked at Harry and Ginny. The three teens looked at one another then
nodded. All three telling themselves that what they were doing was ok and that
she’d come back on her own free will…
Staind - Its Been Awhile
It's been awhile, since I could
Hold my head high
It's been awhile since I first saw you
It's been a while since I could stand
On my own two feet again
It's been awhile since I could call you
But everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The
consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means
It's been awhile since I could say
That I wasn't addicted
It's been a while since I could say
I love myself as well
It's been awhile since I've gone and
fucked things up
Just like I always do
But all that shit seems to disappear
When I'm with you
But everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again.
Why must I feel this way
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day
It's been awhile since I could
Look at myself straight
It's been awhile since I said I'm sorry
It's been awhile since I've seen the way
the candles
light your face
But I can still remember
Just the way you taste
But everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem to be
I know it's me
I
cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me
It's been awhile since I could
Hold my head up high
And It's been
awhile since I said I'm sorry...