Jbh14: HI! Welcome to chapter 3 of Knight of the Lake, this is becoming one of my favourite fics to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Levantine's master gave the blond a quick peck on the nose and whispered "Goodnight" that caused Shamal's heart to sore.

"Goodnight Signum"

Yes, as long as she had her precious people in her life she could face the wizarding world again. And as long as Signum was there to catch her when she fell and holds her close then she could kill Tom Riddle.

Somehow she found herself looking forward to tomorrow.

Knight of the Lake

I opened my eyes to a black void of nothing, but myself and a Silver haired women floating a little bit away from me. The woman had red eyes that stared into your very soul and gave the impression of some sort of demon. Her outfit consisted of a plain black mini-dress with a goldbandaround her waist, two more crossing over her chest, and a red belt around her neck. Also she was wearing fingerless gloves, and armoured black boots with socks of two different lengths. The women had an otherworldly and almost inhuman look about her which seems fitting in my mind.

"Once again you are the last to return to me my gentle knight of the lake" commented the Silver haired women. Her voice as well had an otherworldly aspect to it. It was also very gentle and seemed to hold a great deal of affection for the blond before her.

"Yes Night-Chan I was" I said affectionately. Unlike the over knights I remembered her true name 'The Tome of the Night Sky', which over the years I had known her I had shortened her name to a more affectionate title. I was the only one who called her it or anything close to her true name; everyone else just calls her the 'Book of Darkness'.

Night floated over to me with a sad smile. "Out of all my knights you are the one who suffers the most to hold the others together, perhaps next time you should let loose a bit more" her tone was gentle and I knew she was just looking out for me. However I had also noticed the anger that had briefly danced in her eyes; one of her precious knights was hurting and there was nothing she could do.

Despite this I still managed to say "No", by let loose she meant release the seals on my magic and destroy anyone who stood in our way. And I couldn't do that, less for myself and more for the others; even now it was hard work to prevent them from becoming mindless killing machines, but if they saw me the gentlest of the knights go on a mindless rampage then if would become even more difficult, maybe even impossible.

The black dress I was wearing suddenly dissolved into nothing causing me to shiver slightly. Not that it was cold here or warm really, in fact I'm pretty sure this place doesn't even have a temperature, but the sensation of my clothes dissolving was like cold water running across my bare skin. The dress was quite lovely definitely one of my better armours over the years, then again our master this time had been a gentleman, insane but still a gentleman.

Thinking of my previous master caused me to remember the reason why I was here in the first place. "We failed to fill your pages again"

"Do not pretend it bothers you when I know it does not" commented Night, amusement lacing her icy voice.

She was right of course I had no intention of filling her pages and letting her go berserk. Not that I really cared about the lives of people of the planet their master had resided on, she did not know them and they could very well of deserved the destruction the knights had brought them. However I did care about Night-Chan, I knew she derived no pleasure from the completion of her pages; as once they were filled her defense program would destroy everything on the planet and murder their master. Then she would simply reconstruct herself on another planet and this would start all over again as it had done hundreds of times already.

I opened my mouth to say something else to her, but was unable to as I found I suddenly had no mouth to speak with. My body was once again dissolving as my consciousness returned to slumber until I was awakened again. Once again the power of the tome consumed me, suffocating me, blocking all of my senses; to anyone else this would be terrifying; but to us, her precious knights, this was a welcome darkness.

"Sleep my gentle knight and I will awaken you first as I always do. Sleep and dream of better times with our TRUE master"

Shamal shot up out of bed breathing heavily. It had been quite some time since she had had one of those dreams. Placing a hand over her heart she tried desperately to calm her frantic heartbeat. If she was honest there were worse things she could have dreamed about then that. Meridian instantly sprung to mind and she quickly grabbed those memories and shoved them to the back of her mind and locked it in a safe, wrapped it in chains and dropped it in a pit of lava. Those were memories she did not need to be thinking about.

A small smile made itself known as she thought about Night-Chan's now Reinforce's last words in her dream or rather her memory. Their 'TRUE' master as Night-Chan put it meant Olivie, someone she knew to be dead. At the time Night-Chan only saw Olivie as their true master, that had changed when they had all met Hayate; but she knew she and Night-Chan would always carry a special place in their hearts for that heterochromia blond.

Lying back down next to Signum she felt the knight of the sword's arms close around her and pull her close. She chuckled lightly; even in her sleep Signum was so cute. With a warm body beside her she quickly slipped back into the realm of dreams and nightmares.

His body ached, he was pretty sure at least half his bones were broken and his head hurt terribly. He didn't need to open his eyes to know he was back to being tied to that tombstone. Why couldn't he be dead? Why couldn't Tom have just killed him? He didn't care about Tom's vendetta against muggleborns and muggles; he just wanted to be left in piece. Didn't he deserve that after every thing he'd given up? His parents, his childhood, and now it seemed his life.

"Do you think I am going to kill you Harry" spoke a soft yet amused voice.

He opened his eyes to see Voldemort standing a few meters away from him. The DE was standing around them in a circle. Or rather they were standing around a large chalk-based circle. A huge circle had been drawn around him and Voldemort with ruins all along the inside. He frowned, he couldn't think of a reason for this, he knew ruins were a source of powerful and destructive magic; so why had Tom drawn such a large array that must have taken hours to prepare?

"I see your wondering what this is all for Harry" stated Voldemort, unable to contain his glee. "You see Harry before you were born a prophecy was made, a prophecy concerning a child with the power to defeat me"

A PROPHECY, he screamed mentally. That was why Tom was after him; that was why his parents were dead; because of the feeble ramblings of some loon.

"I see your beginning to catch on Harry, Yes the prophecy was the reason I came for you that night. And from that prophecy I have now theorised that as long as you live, I can never ever Die!" Voldemort laughed madly.

He stared at Voldemort in disbelief, how the hell one came to the conclusion that by keeping the child who could kill you alive, you would never die, he didn't know. He knew Voldemort was off his rocker and had been for some time, his first year had proven that; but this, this was sheer lunacy.

Story of his life, right.

Voldemort's gaze suddenly became incredibly focused as he started chanting. He assumed it was Latin the dark lord was chanting; as he couldn't really see Tom learning Egyptian and since Latin was the language most spells used in Europe were in. Suddenly the ring around him and Tom started to glow and I was suddenly unable to care much about what Tom was saying, because of something else…

Pain.

Such a simple word and somehow it was inadequate to be used to describe what he felt now. Being kicked, that was painful. Fooling from his broom, that was painful. The Cruciatus curse, which was sheer agony, definitely painful. But this, this was worse, far worse. Worse then anything even the unforgivable torture curse could do. This went beyond pain, beyond anything he had ever felt, beyond the physical world's definition of pain. It felt as if his entire body was boiling, his insides melting, his very soul being pulled at its very core. The Cruciatus felt like a million white hot knives being pressed into every part of your body, but this felt like a trillion white hot knives being ruthlessly stabbed into each limb, simultaneously.

Whatever Voldemort was doing continued to torture him for what felt like millennia and he tried his hardest to hold on to something, anything. He would not end up like Neville's parents, he would keep his mind and he would survive, if only to stop more orphans from ending up like him and Neville; without their parents because of a mad man named Thomas Marvolo Riddle.

His vision began to go black as whatever Tom was doing started to come to a close, the last thing he heard was the dark lord's insane laughter and then utter silence.

Shamal woke to someone holding her tightly and wetness on her cheeks that she realised meant she had been crying. Looking up she saw Signum was the one holding her and had a look of deep concern and utter fear. She knew the fear came from the thought of losing Shamal. Sensing others in the room, she found that Hayate, Vita, Rein and Zafira had all joined them. They all sported looks of great concern and terrible anger. Concern for their friend and anger towards whoever had caused Shamal to have such terrible nightmares.

"I fine everyone, it was just a nightmare" assured Shamal, trying to ease her friends concern. Nightmares were nothing new for her, if you didn't have nightmares after some of the things she had done then you didn't deserve family like hers. Although it had been a while since she had dreamed of that night in the graveyard, obviously revealing her past had stirred her more terrible memories.

"We heard you scream and you were crying and, and…" Vita babbled hysterically. The youngest knight was incredibly worried about her big sister and also eager to hunt down whoever had caused her so much pain and introduce them to Graf Eisen.

Shamal moved out of Signum's embrace and opened her arms for Vita. The red head didn't even hesitate and threw herself into the knight of the lake's arms. Shamal's arms closed around the young girl and hugged her close. She had a very good idea why Vita was so scared.

"I'm not going away little sister, not now, not ever"

Vita looked up at the blond to see a gentle smile and felt herself smile back. When she had heard Shamal's scream she had thought that Voldy person or someone had come to take Shamal away. How Shamal had known what she was feeling she didn't know, but she was glad she did.

"And if you want I'm sure I could… introduce you to a few of the people who would rather I stay in England; I'm sure you could talk sense into them" Shamal grinned evilly, a grin that was matched by Vita. The wizarding world wouldn't know what hit them. And who was really gonna believe some of the most powerful purebloods were taken down by a red-head gothic loli with a big talking hammer?

After everyone had made sure she was fine and she had just had a nightmare, and after Hayate had fussed over her blond knight some more; they all went back to sleep in their own rooms.

Shamal sighed and curled up next to Signum who had wrapped her arms around her lover. Signum pulled the covers over the two of them making sure Shamal had half the covers. The blond chuckled at how cute Signum could be at times when she thought she was alone; unfortunately Signum had picked up her thoughts through their mental bond and blushed furiously.

Shamal grinned and kissed Signum on the nose, enticing another blush from the pink haired women. Yup, definitely cute!

Jbh14: Once again I had trouble finding a place to stop, but I think this chapter turned out okay. I'm still not sure if I liked how the graveyard scene turned out, but it was the best one I could write without spending a whole chapter on just that one scene. I wrote this chapter whilst listening to the doctor who specials album which I think helped somewhat. Music tends to do that for me when it comes to any sort of writing or homework. This chapter was originally going to open with a memory of Shamal talking with Olivie, but I've decided to save that for later. For those of you who don't know Olivie Segbrecht was the last Saint King and the one who ended the Saint King Unification war; she is also the one whose blood was used to create Vivio (Technically Olivie's clone). In this fic Olivie and Shamal will have been close, but I'm not telling you how close. The next chapter will hopefully take place in Diagon alley and involve Gringotts and lordships, but ill say no more.

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