Chapter Two
"Madame, welcome to the L'auberge de Confort. Is there anything I can help you with?" The Innkeeper asked.
"Oui. I need some clothes of this age. And a room. A very private room. Money is not a problem." The girl asked with an accent to her French.
"Very well, right this way." He said, bowing in the direction of her room.
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Later in her room.
"Hmm. Now where to find this vampire of mine." She thought to herself. She wasn't sure of her surroundings, but knew she had to venture out sometime. Then an idea came to her.
"Why track him when I can wait for him to come to me." Her plan decided, she set out to fit herself into this time.
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"Admore, what were you thinking. Someone could have spotted you." An exasperated vampire, Chasseur, exclaimed.
"So you say, but I have yet to meet any living thing in this world that could actually see me." Admore answered in a smooth voice.
"That girl, in the alley, she noticed something."
"Really? Isn't that astounding?"
"Absolument. Find her, kill her, then come back to me, mon Amour." Chasseur ordered in a calm voice.
"Very well, my Master." Admore quickly slipped out the door, on a journey for his new victim.
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"Thank you, monsieur." The girl said, in a dismissive voice."My lady, if I may ask, what is your name?" The Innkeeper asked timidly.
"My name? Icelle. Yes, Icelle." Then with a nod, she walked briskly into her room and closed the door.
"An odd woman, a very odd woman." The man murmured as he walked away.
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The vampire stood in the shadows, watching his prey closely. A headstrong young lady who seemed keen on something. At first she was frowning, then a smile crawled unto her face. She turned toward him, and then spoke aloud.
"Monsieur, you can come out now. I see you in the shadows. I have traveled long and hard to find you, and instead you have found me. Well done, monsieur, well done." She said, smirking all the while.
Stepping out of the shadows, he said, "So you can see me? Amazing you are the first human to have seen me without my wanting."
"Really? And what makes you think I'm human? Oh, never mind that. You're here now and that's all that matters." She said, as if it was the most normal of all conversations.
"What do you want of me?" He asked, ready now to escape if push cam to shove.
"You're a vampire, am I correct?" He nodded. "Good. Then you'll be perfect. I need you to start a bloodline." She stated.
"A bloodline? Of vampires?" He asked, not quite understanding what she was getting at.
"No no no. Of wizards!" Icelle exclaimed.
"Wizards. Those blimey gits who use sticks as weapons. Not quite possible." Admore said firmly.
"Yes it is. You'll go out and find a lovely woman with dark hair and pale skin, to match you. She will be a wizard of course. You'll marry and have children. And you'll take the surname Snape. Understood?" She asked, though in actuality not wanting an answer.
"In case you have forgotten, or didn't know, vampires can't reproduce. Plus, these wizards, as you call them, have hunted us down for centuries." Admore pleaded.
"It seems that I'm almost too late then. However, it'll all pan out. First point taken, and that is why I have this." She stated, holding up a clear vile with a purplish liquid in it. "It will allow you to reproduce." "Secondly, she'll accept you."
"How?"
"Because you'll woo her with your charms. What could a woman do but love you?"
"Why should I do all this? Creating a new blood line and such in the Wizarding World." Admore asked inquisitively.
"Why? Because in the future one of your descendants will help in a major world affair. More precisely, a war in the Wizarding world. Now listen closely, you're first descendant will team up with three others to create a Wizard school. It shall be called Hogwarts. His animal will be a snake, so make sure you give him an environment with plenty. When he is in need they will be the only things able to save him."
"Why me? And why are you helping this world?" Admore asked.
"You because you are a very strong vampire. It also helps that you can walk in the day time." She stopped to look at him. Seeing that he understood, she continued. "My reasons for helping are personal. A family member of mine has great ties to this world. In fact, he started it. But it has been foreseen where I'm from that a great war will destroy his people and only one person will be able to stop him. In the great vision I was able to see, however, this person was not created. Therefore it is my job to create him."
"I understand. But do you actually think I'll do what's asked of me?" He asked Icelle.
"I believe you will, because it's the only way for you to get away from Chasseur." Seeing the shocked looked on his face, she knew she had him. She continued with her instructions. "Leave France and go to Ireland. There you'll find that your love waits. Until the next time, au revoir." With a flash of lavender light, Icelle was gone, leaving only a thin layer of lightly colored ice.
Shaking his head, Admore glided off, determined to do as he was told.
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"Mother, I'm back." The young woman said entering the Ice Palace, her form returning back to normal from all her traveling.
"About time isn't it?" Her mother, the Queen asked, impatiently.
"It wasn't exactly easy to find him you know." The Princess answered, annoyed.
The Queen sat down with a sigh then turned toward her daughter. "Icelle, I truly don't understand why you did this for Merlin. He is quite powerful enough to take care of his own descendants."
"I know that mother, but he's still my uncle. Anyway, it helped me to realize something." Icelle added in slyly.
"And what exactly is that?" She asked.
"That I'm leaving."
"What! Again. Now this is just insane daughter. You have responsibilities as Princess. You can't just drop them to go frolicking with humans. Yes, it might be fun at first, but you'll tire of them. You'll see. They die you know. And rather soon. They only live to be about a hundred or so. Such a waste of time if you ask me. You'll get attached, then they will die, then you'll cry, and then the process will start all over again." The mother pleaded.
"It doesn't matter. I'm going. I want to see the life if those like Merlin. Like daddy." The girl stated.
"Your father might be human, but he's not an Earthling. You know that. He was raised by Aphrodite on Venus. It makes a difference. It won't be the same. You'll be hunted. They won't understand what you are."
"That makes no matter to me mother, I'll make do. Anyways, I'll go as a human. Live like a human. I won't let them know who I am. Merlin will help me. I'll be introduced as his niece when the time comes. Until then, I'll stay in the muggle world, waiting. You can't talk me out of it mother. They're apart of me. I feel like they do. I can't just seduce and be happy like the rest of the Pluto's people. I'm half human. I need to go to them. Anyway, I feel the animals calling. They need me. Care for me. But most of all mother, they want me for me. And that is something no one has ever wanted before." With that she left the room to begin her new life as a human.
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"This school idea is exactly what we needed. Combining our powers and traits to make the most powerful Wizarding School ever was indeed clever." Godric stated to the other three occupants of the room, Salazar, Helga, and Rowena.
"Hmmm, yes, a decent idea. But who will oversee everything, besides a headmaster?" Helga asked, thoroughly interested.
"A hat. We could charm a hat to know each of our characteristics. It will be able to read the students and teachers in order to place them in the right house. The houses, in turn, are named after each of us, allowing the hat to sort accordingly by how they stand by us." Rowena declared this with an air of intellect.
"And the name?" Salazar asked, finally speaking up. "What shall we name this great castle of ours?" The others looked around, stumped by his question. "No suggestions then? Good, fore I have the perfect name ever: Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft." Salazar proposed.
Godric stood up. "Very well. It's all settled."
With nods from everyone the school reached its completion. Within a year it was up and running.