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3. Dark Magic
When he saw her again, he was more careful.
"Did my brother do something to you? Is that why you got upset when I mentioned his name?"
She turned a bit green but said nothing.
Her brown eyes were so wide and full of secrets. He just wanted to peel back the layers and curtains around her soul.
"You have some nerve," she warned.
"You said that last time," he replied delicately. "So I'm trying to ask, what I did wrong?"
Hermione looked dead angry. "You mean, besides calling Potter a dirty blood traitor?"
Regulus smirked. "You have to admit it's true."
"You have to admit you're a git if you think blood magic is so important."
Now it was his turn to get angry. "It is important," he hissed in a tone that would've made Salazar Slytherin proud.
He expected her to rebut him again. Instead she quirked those beautiful brown eyes at him. "Show me."
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"Blood magic," he explained, "is so powerful that it can even reverse death."
"I don't believe you." Yet she pressed her lips together as if she was hungry for the knowledge. She brushed back a lock of her honey brown hair. "I've never heard of it before."
He smirked and pulled out a heavy dark book from his parent's library. "What you know depends on what books you read."
"That's dark magic," she said warily and her eyes scrutinized him as if she was really seeing him for the first time.
He shrugged and tapped his long fingers silkily across the cover. "All magic is dark if you want to actually do something interesting." He smiled over confidently. "Place your hand on the mirror and cut a mark across your palm."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
She complied and he did the same, briefly feeling a stab of pain as he opened his palm along the lifeline.
For a moment, they couldn't see each other as they both pressed a bloody palm to the mirror.
"What does it mean?" she asked, blood glistening on her lips where she sucked her cut.
"It means we will meet again."
"We have already met." She rolled her eyes. "We can meet anytime through the mirror, you dolt."
He smirked and shook his head firmly so that his hair fell into his eyes. "No, in the flesh."
She poked her tongue out at him. "In your dreams."
"What's your address?"
"In your dreams," she repeated and gave him a cruel smile and wink before disappearing.
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He would actually dream of her that night and whether mutual or not, he awoke shivering and sweating in the morning. As if he'd swam through a whole lake for her.
The dream was partly a nightmare and it left him shaking with images of inferi dragging his young body underneath the water. But somehow it was still breathtaking. Because she was there. At the end.
He had to meet her. This mysterious girl who refused to tell him anything about her. He had to meet her sooner rather than later, he didn't want to wait any longer.
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He prodded at the mirror several times, trying to get her to appear again.
It didn't work. The mirror showed a reflection of red. Why hadn't she wiped the blood off?
Didn't the bint know she was supposed to cleanse mirrors with a thorough cleansing spell to get rid of any magic residues?
He began to panic.
The thought occurred to him that he might not see her for a very long time and he hadn't even gotten her address.
He swore at himself for not getting her whole name. Though she had been worried he was spy on the Order, and he had worried the same. They were both so mistrustful.
"Why didn't I just trust her?"
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a/n: Thanks I will post the next part in a few hours, if you want to read it :)
