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Chapter 2
She was walking down a long corridor that was ornately decorated. She regularly passed large pillars on her left, and to her right, there were large windows which let in the sunlight, which was warm on her face. She was wearing a pale blue gown that fell to the floor and was corseted. The sleeves were fitted to her elbows and then flared out. Her hair was pulled up into a simple braid. She was heading towards a pair of open double doors, beyond which she could see shelf after shelf of books. She didn't reach her destination as someone grabbed her and pulled her into a shaded alcove, pinning her between them and a pillar, their hand covering her mouth. She relaxed when she saw who it was who had pulled her into the alcove. His black hair was slicked back and his green eyes, a darker shade than hers, shone with mischief. His pale face was incredibly handsome and a smirk played at his lips. He was quite a bit taller than her and his muscles were lean, but powerful. She could feel them under the leather he was wearing.
"Hello, my love." He said.
"Good morning Loki. I was just on my way to the library, care to join me?" She asked.
"There are a lot of things I would care to do." He said, his eyes darkening with lust. He dipped his head and his lips met hers briefly before he made a path down her neck. He pressed her further into the wall and she had to bite her lip to stop the moan escaping her as she felt him hardening against her. His lips felt like magic against her skin.
"Loki!" She gasped quietly. "We will be caught!"
"It does not matter." He murmured huskily. "We are to be married in two months' time."
"I know, but what would people say?"
"They would not say anything. I am a prince after all. One of the sons of Odin. If anyone were to show up, they would not speak a word of it." He said. He kissed her softly. "Do not worry, my little Aina. Relax and enjoy it. Think of it as a taster for our wedding night."
"If you keep doing this I am not going to want to wait until our wedding night." Aina replied.
His smirk was pure sin. "Oh I know." He replied. "By the time our wedding arrives I will have you agreeing to just about anything." His hand dipped beneath her long skirt, pulling it up and revealing a lot of one leg as he pulled her thigh up and wrapped her leg around him. "I know you want to wait for the wedding so I will not bed you before, do not you worry. Even if you beg. But that doesn't mean I cannot make you feel more pleasure than you have felt before." His lips met hers once more, this time more heated than the last, his mouth dominating hers. Their tongues battled before he won and explored her mouth. When his lips trailed down her neck again, she moaned softly.
"I love you Loki." She said softly.
He moaned into her, the sound vibrating through her. "And I you, my dear little Aina." He said huskily, his hand which gripped her thigh tightening slightly as he said it.
The image faded and another appeared. There was a dark room, and Aina was unable to make out the figure that was bent over the cauldron.
"Damn the little wench." A feminine voice muttered. "If she had not cast that spell on herself to be reincarnated, then he would have been mine. All I would have had to do was be there to comfort him after her tragic demise. Now he believes he can get her back! That cannot happen! It was supposed to be me! I should have been the one marrying into the royal family." The figure stirred the cauldron and murmured a few spells. "Well, perhaps if she dies enough times he will just give up on her." Her tone turned from bitter to sinister. "Death shall dog her like a faithful companion. They shall be reunited again, only to be torn apart, just as brutally as they were the first time. He will see her buried over and over again, just to be with her for the shortest of periods in each of her reincarnations. Unless the curse is broken."
The image faded and Aina heard someone calling her name. She blinked and saw Ron leaning over her. "Hey mate; do you want anything from the trolley?" He asked, his hand on her shoulder.
So she'd had that dream again. The same one had been plaguing her for the past week and a half. She nodded, stood up and stretched before heading out of the compartment and buying a few things from the trolley to keep her going until the feast in the evening when they arrived at school. The dream was a strange one. For some reason the voice was familiar to her. And she acted as if she knew this Loki character, but she was sure she'd never seen him in her life. That she was sure of. And in the dream they were due to get married! That was completely and utterly bizarre. Now, had it been a dream about her being with a guy she had met and had a crush on, that she might understand, but this was just plain weird. Even for her.
She sat back down in the compartment when she'd bought her food and began nibbling on a chocolate frog. She pulled out the card and noticed she had Circe. She didn't have that one yet. She stuck the card in her pocket and continued eating the chocolate.
"So, who do you think will be this year's Defence against the Dark Arts Professor?" Ron asked. "And how do you think they'll go?"
"Ron!" Hermione said.
"What?" He asked.
"That is so insensitive! What if we have another teacher like Professor Lupin?"
"Then he'll just retire or something! Have you noticed that the really bad things happen to the bad teachers?"
"You both have valid points." Aina said. "Fingers crossed for a good teacher then. But still, I always feel sorry for the poor sods."
Ron snorted. "Yeah." He said. "I hear Lockhart's still learning how to spell."
Everyone in the compartment broke into laughter. The banter kept on all the way through the journey.
"It's a bit strange, don't you think, without the annual visit from Malfoy and his goons." Aina noted absently.
"Yeah, but if Malfoy shows up, then he'd get arrested. And no one would blame us if we hexed him. He's a recognised Death Eater after he and Snape tried to kill Dumbledore last year and failed." Neville said.
"Oh Nev, where did that attitude come from?" Ginny asked.
He shrugged. "I'm not going to cower in fear. If I see any Death Eaters, I'm going to meet them head on. Just like last year and the year before."
Aina smiled. "And I'll be fighting right alongside you Neville. For both our parents."
He nodded to her and she thought she could see moisture in his eyes, but he blinked it away.
"And don't forget about us." Hermione said.
"Always." Ron said. "There's no way you'll face them without us."
"Count on it." Luna said. "I'm sure we'll all be fighting to help Aina defeat Voldemort."
"Oh yeah. No denying that." Ginny agreed. "I can't wait to get rid of them all."
Aina grinned. She was so glad that her friends refused to give up on her and leave her fight on her own. She felt better knowing that she didn't have to face Voldemort alone. She would never be alone. They would always be there for her.
When they reached Hogsmede station, it was dark and they all piled out of the train. The group went and got a carriage of their own. The Thestral drawn carriage was soon moving up towards the school, and Aina soon caught a glimpse of one of her favourite sights. Hogwarts castle was large and majestic, the lights of the windows twinkling merrily against the coming darkness of the night. Of course, they were all searched upon their arrivals for dark items, but none were found. Not even Crabbe and Goyle were dumb enough to bring in dark objects now there was a war going on.
Luna went to join the Ravenclaw table and the other five went and sat at the Gryffindor table. Aina looked up at the teacher's table and almost laughed. "It's Tonks!"
"Aw wicked! Ron said, and they all grinned.
They all looked up at the pink haired Auror, grins plastered on their faces.
"This is bound to be a good year!" Ginny said.
"Do you know her?" Seamus Finnegan asked.
"Her name is Tonks," Hermione said. "She's an Auror. Great sense of humour, clumsy whenever she's not in a duel, but brilliant."
"Well, we'll have a good teacher then," Seamus said.
"I hope they serve food soon. I'm starving," Ron moaned.
"You're always starving." Hermione responded, shaking her head.
Soon, Professor McGonagall was leading in the first years and the sorting ceremony began. When the last first year had been sorted, she was about to remove the hat and stool, when the tear at the brim of the hat opened once again.
"To remove the curse on the one reborn, immortality must be restored and the caster found. For the cursed one to survive, the castor cannot." The hat fell silent again, and whispers broke out around the hall. What had that meant?
"Is it too much to ask for a normal year?" Aina asked. "Even for our last one?"
"Where you're concerned?" Ron asked. "Yeah. And knowing you, this year is going to be spectacular- just as a good send-off mate."
"The sorting hat has never done anything like that before! Even Dumbledore looks confused."
She was right. Dumbledore and McGonagall were both exchanging worried looks and looking thoroughly confused. McGonagall removed the hat and stool quickly after a moment's hesitation, and Dumbledore stood.
"Well, I'll leave the announcements for after the feast, enjoy." He said. Food appeared on the platters and the jugs filled with pumpkin juice. They all tucked in to the food, which was just as good as ever.
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