The God-Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 3: Cold Rain
She steeled her face before walking in; her face passive with a thin mouth and emotionless eyes. It was all bussiness now, no more fun and games. Two women were sitting on the old motheaten couch, and another was standing reagily. The three of them together radiated power, but the one Kyra kept eye contact with was the one standing. Confidence, power, and protection came off her in waves, and proposed to be the most challenging. Without breaking eye contact she saw her stance and apperence. Her black hair was nearly halfway down her back and her bangs framed her face. A beauty mark was next to one of her nostrils, and her face was equally porportioned. She wore a black shirt that hung off the shoulder and firm fitting Levis. Kyra could not see her feet as she kept staring into smokey gray eyes which challenged her back, demanding submission. She made her stare harder, she was the daughter of the nature, she would bow to no one.
"Kyra," Dumbledore inturrputed the staring contest, "these are the Halliwell sisters. You'll be living with them for now. That is Prue," he touched her shoulder, a silent sign for her to behave. "this is Piper, and Phoebe." She glanced to the couch where the other two were sitting. The one closet to Prue was Piper. She had long, waist length brown hair, brown eyes, and a definete mothering aura. She wore a simple short sleeved shirt and kaki pants...yup, definetly mothering. The last one, Phoebe, had a more younger and less tamable aura. She seemed like a flame that used to be a wildfire, with her dark bown hair and almost black eyes.
She nodded her head to acknowlegde them all, never once openeing her mouth. Dumbledore should have known she'd act this way. "Well, are you ready to go?" he asked, trying to put some cheerfulness into the room. She nodded, not looking at anything. "Girls, I will prepare the Portkey. Kyra, come with me please." Without a word she followed him out the room and into the basement kitchen where he looked around. Spotting an old black kettle she summoned it.
"Kyra, please try and get along." he asked, looking at her over his half moon glasses.
"I never said I didn't like them." she defended.
"That's the thing, you never said anything at all. Just give them a chance. I know it's tiring to have to do this but it's-"
"For my own saftey," she finished. He gave her a stern look. "Well then pick new phrases!" She accused, andlooked at the floor.Oncethe Portkey was donehe called the sisters down.
"Remember, lay low, and keep your cover." Kyra waved him off, but hugged him anyway. They let go as soon as the door opened. "Goodbye," he whispered. She shook her head.
"See you soon," she corrected. They shared a true smile and then turned to face the sisters.
"Grab hold on the count of three." he instructed, cheerful as if nothing happened. "One, two, three!" They grabbed hold and felt as if they were in a whirlwind and landed smoothly on a hard oak floor. They stood and recomposed themselves. It was silent for a second until one of them said something.
"Well! Um, welcome to the Halliwell Manor, Kyra. Your room is upstairs and the one all the way down to the left. Are you hungry? Dinner is in about uhh, 3 hours but I can whip up something while we wait!" Piper offered. Kyra shook her head and headed upstairs, leaving the three sisters looking after her. Piper turned to her sisters, her lips caught in a pursed position and a akward smile. "Well, I think that went well!" They made their way to the kitchen.
"I wonder what's so big about her," Phoebe said her thoughts aloud. "Dumbledore didn't say."
"We can just try to figure out the prophecy," Piper sighed. "Besides, it said the Dark Lords will be coming after her to give her a weapon. Which means that they know who they are because they killed the headmistress of that school."
"I think she knows," Prue intergected. Phoebe and Piper looked to her.
"How could she know?"
"You can see it in her face. Her eyes...they just have so much protection. Way to much for a fifteen year old girl living at school."
"Dumbledore said she did have a screwy past," Phoebe pointed out.
"All we can do is wait, and read. But we can't stop our lives for this girl. I want to vanquish who ever it is we have to vanquish and get my son back." Piper said truthfully. Maybe she could negociate with Leo and the Elders.
"Mean while, what are we going to do with her?" Phoebe asked. "She just can't sit around here all day."
"Well the safest place would be magic school right?" Prue asked.
"If it was then why didn't they let Wyatt just go to their nursery?"
"So you think this is somthing more?"
"I think this is something more that their letting on. If they wanted to give her a weapon then why wouldn't the Order keep her?" Piper set a kettle on the stove for some tea.
"We could always try a truth spell." Phoebe suggested.
"Yes but they don't always work like planned." Prue reminded her. Her experiment with Andy had turned out horrible.
"Maybe we can work something out with Gideon so she can go there for classes and come here at night like a normal school?"
"I guess we'll have to ask her what she was studying in her other school?" Phoebe suggested.
"Good idea, tell me how that works out." Prue then left the kitchen. Piper turned to her other sister.
"What's with her?" Phoebe shrugged and left also.
Kyra's room wasn't large, or it didn't look it due to the queen size bed in the middle of the wall. The walls were stripped and the bed sheets were printed. The rug was soft, so it seemed the room wasn't used much, but it still was clean.
She unpacked her luggage in about in hours time, not having much to unpack. She had thoughts on rearranging the room, but didn' bother. She didn't plan on staying long.
By the time she actually sat down and thinked a little bit it was dark and raining. Piper had came up to her room twice and knocked on the door, telling her dinner was ready. The first time she didn't say anything but the second time she said no.
She sat on her window sill looking out into the rainy streets. The street lights put a white light on her face, making her squint her eyes the tinest bit. She really didn't want to be here, really. On another thought, where would she go? Then agian, she could find some place to go.
Two knocks came on her door, and the they tried the knob. Just like it had been all day, it was locked. "Kyra?" came Piper's mothering voice. "Kyra open the door." She stayed silent, hoping that they would think she was asleep. She heard whispers outside the door, and then the door swung open. She didn't bother to look at them, only kept looking out the window.
"Kyra, we need to ask you some questions." Phoebe's voice was reapprochful, as if she was trying to see her reaction before going firmer or softer. She still said nothing, she answers to no one. Phoebe sat on her bed, Piper and Prue standing at the door. She could feel Prue's accusing stare.
"Do you know what happened at your last school? Like why your headmistress was killed?" she asked.
"No." A muscle in hereyebrow twitched, showing her aggitation.
"Do you know anything about a prophecy?"
"No." They were silent for a second.
"Do you know your parents or anything?" She looked at them, her eyes cold and almost dead.
"No." she said with some meaning. "Are you done?" Phoebe looked back at her sisters.
"Not quite," Piper said "We can't watch you like we should be. I'm busy, and Phobe and Prue have jobs, so we're going to send you to Magic school. We know the headmaster of it and if you tell me where your studies left off then we can arrange something. You can go for a few hours in the morning, and theirs plenty of kids your age." Kyra thought for a second; if she could get access to a fire place and some Floo Powder then she could get back to Germany.
"Sure."
"Okay! Great! Uhh,-"
"I'll write it down and give it to you tomorrow."
"Okay, sure. Uhh, goodnight." Kyra nodded and they left.
If she could just get back to Germany she could help the order. She would look for her headmistresses killer herself and find somewhere hidden to live.