Disclaimer! Chapter time, Chapter time! I hope you like!
I' am sorry, I have been writing I promise, I just have been having a very hard time lately with all the weird hours that I work and trying to get my life together.
For my other stories, for sure Pirates Of The Caribbean will not continue, when I was starting that story it was before the third(?) movie.
For the TNMT we will see about that one, I would look what I have written and have no motivation.
Ok just to make things clear, I am re-posting BUT there is some update; I wanted to add some info about the characters but I did not want to pile it in one chapter.
So I DO NOT own HP only my OCs
Chapter 1:
I could still remember the day that my life had went to hell.
My father and I were in his study for another lesson; he put aside his paper and sent off whoever lingered around his office, it was almost a ritual between us. Everything was going fine till a patronus appeared; it all seemed like a blur when we had arrived at a medical ward. Immediately I hated everything about this room, the smell, the color, and the silent sobs; at the far end were two bodies that laid on two different cots. The head healer quickly came to my father, whispering to him; my only focus was on the moving figure at the very end, my father had a tight grip on my shoulder as he leads me towards the figure.
The figure seemed to curl into itself, as if they sensed our arrival.
"The day that your mother has passed away, she promised me to look after all of you, but look what has happened. How will I ever face your mother now, hmm?" my father emotionless voice caused the figure to stiffen. I took a better look at them, it was a very familiar pale figure, their hair was mess and it was covering their face.
"I haved tried my very best to raise you all, but you both seemed to disobey me, and you both knew what the consequences were to be when you decided to interfere with this goddamn war!" father seemed to have forgotten that his grip on my shoulder, as it was tighten when he hissed out his words.
~*12 Years Later*~
"This is outrageous! How do they expect us to lower our price for them! The Ministry of Magic is out of their mind, do they not care for the lives that are at stake! Do they not know of the dangers when removing a piece of heart string from a dragon or removing dragonhide!" grunts of agreement filled the room of hush whispers and fist slamming upon the wooden table.
"They have been ridiculous since they have been under that Minister, PAH, how do they expect us to pay my workers and keep food on the table with these prices, I say we raise it for our pleasure!" another round of grunts filled the room; these were not an ordinary group. Each person had carried themselves differently, from wearing exotic clothing to the amount of jewelry that shine the best; as long it is shows that they deserve to be in this room. They all have one thing in common, and that is dealing with dragons.
"Now, gentlemen, I am sure we could manage an agreement with the Ministry of Magic, I-" the young thirty year old, was interrupted by a loud sarcastic laugh.
"HA! Do not make us laugh young Derickson, you have yet learned the ways of these Ministry; one is not to make agreements with them at all" the group of men chuckled, while the young thirty year old colored under embarrassment.
"I believe it would finally have the Ministry of Magic away from our business, if we form a contract with them!" he tried to speak up over the loud voice that seem to drown him out.
A high pitch whistle silenced the room, the lone sound come from the only small figure that was sitting at the head of the table. With long black curly hair that seemed to stand out from her pale complexion, along with her golden eyes that lazily gazed at each men before her.
"Gentlemen, please, show some manners, we will raise the price for our items just to remind those men that everything comes with a price. Any disagreements?" her Romanian accent was heavy as she spoke; agreements were heard in different tones except.
"Should we a least hear the Ministry word before we can agree on changing the prices? It could be many reasons why they are asking for a lower cost, have you not considered that they could be suffering economically?!" Daniel Derickson, the oldest of his three siblings and heir to his father Samuel Derickson. It was known to all the Lords in the Order, that even his father was hesitant to give his oldest son the title, but none of his other children seemed to be interest in the dragon business.
"Mr. Derickson, I understand that you are following. . . your father's foot steps, and in the business with dragons, it is very dangerous job and people lives are at risk because of that. I am sure your father has explained that we do not make any agreements with the Ministry of Magic, it is our law not to and dragons do not break promises, we just find other ways around things" the young woman gave him a lazy smirk.
"Do you not think it is time for a change? The Order of the Dragon contract can not possible hold the Ministry for long, there has to be a second option on the side." he would not be the fool for any of theses men, he will prove a point that he could take on his family business like everyone else in this room; even if that means shoving his way through.
"The thing is, , there is no need for a change; it would only be an easier advantage for the Minister to have each of us in their jaws. This Order has been in my family for many generations, it is still in use for a reason and that is; equality and understanding between us all." she could see doubt in his eyes; but what she said and what everyone knows already is true. It was her great, great, great grandfather who was one of the founders of the Order and it came with two tales; one is the true of real dragons dealing and the other was for the muggles eyes.
"You see, the Ministry does not like the Order for one reason; they fear us. They fear us because we are united as a Clan of dragons, and what is more dangerous than a horde of dragons together? And we had agreed among each other many years ago, that we will not fight one another but to work with one another; there is no need for blood shed just for dragons, that is why the contract was made; if the Ministry tries to disrupt the way we control our dragons, then by all means I would like to see them handle a dragoness nest." all the men in the room chuckled.
"Gentlemen, it is late; as much I enjoyed the glory of the Order, I for one must retire; now that we have dealt with the problem I declare this meeting adjourned." She can hear mumbles of goodbyes and agreements as she took her leave; most of them want to hurry back to their families, other want to spend time with old companions till the next meeting. As she was rushing to the parlor; that held multiple fireplace for floo networking, she could have tasted her freedom till the one annoying voice of the night called out once again.
"Ms. Dracul! Can I have a word," Young Derickson, nothing compared to his father who had more wits to him than his son.
"Lady Dracul, to you!" she hissed as she turned to face him, "What is it I can do for you Mr. Derickson, I would like to go home" her golden eyes flash for moment, when the young heir, disregarded her title.
"Yes, well, I would like to get a better understanding with this "contract"; if this contract has been in your family for generations, then would you not even consider change?"
Daniel knew he was pressing his luck, but he thought if he went to the source that can support him and his ideas than he can prove to everyone that he was more than ready to be heir. The young woman sighed.
"The Order decision is final Mr. Derickson, now it is rather late goodnight." with that she was on her was to one of the fireplaces.
"But what is YOUR opinion, everyone has to have their own opinion!" Daniel could not let this chance slip by.
She stopped almost frozen on the spot, if only it really was opinion she rather not be here at all.
"My opinion always with the Order, now Goodnight Derickson!" the young Countess made her way to the fireplace.
"Dracula's tower!" she shouted with anger, the nerve of that little brat! Why did she let Samuel talk her into letting his son sit without him! She stormed out of the fireplace and into a Victorian room; in the muggle world, the legendary Poienari Citadel looked destroy and unkempt, but it is all hidden under an illusion for the safety of the muggles lives. Everything is the way it was for many years, not a speck out of place and the walls are like of new, and held the Victorian style.
"Mistress, Lady Liliana requested your presence-" she walked passed the house elf that had appeared in front of her.
"She should have learned by now, that I do not listen to her petty request, Wizzle tell her I am turning in for the night and I will not be disturbed" she was hurrying to her quarters, she had a feeling that she will not be getting the sleep that she was hoping for.
And she was right when she opened the ash double doors to her study, and sadly she was not surprised to see her sister, comfortable in her chair, with two unknown guest in her study and home.