Boredom seeped into Allana's bones as she sighed and looked across the table to her mother's stony face and goblet of blood. Mother and Father must be fighting again. Allana sipped at her own goblet of butterbeer. It was childish, yes, but it was the Emperor's favorite, not just a basic selection.
It was odd, staring at the goblet and knowing that she shared more than just DNA with her father. She wasn't quite sure if she liked that or not. She saw how unhappy most people were around him, how afraid they often were. And she suspected that the Pottermore Empire wasn't nearly as happy as her family had told her.
Still, she was her father's daughter and she could not escape that.
Hadrian looked to her and she immediately sat up straighter, breaking free of her reverie. He did not seem upset or angry, however.
"Allana, have you had enough to eat?" he asked his daughter concernedly.
"I'm quite fine," Allana answered honestly.
"Then I suppose we should begin," Hadrian declared as he stood. All conversation in the dining room stopped. "Everyone, gather outside on the balcony. Tell the people that the even they've been waiting for has arrived."
Allana stayed close to her father during the transfer of rooms. She never did trust the nobles in her father's court-she wasn't sure that her father trusted the nobles in his court. She tried to stay away from Renesmee as well, who seemed moodier than usual. If there was one thing that Allana had learned from being raised by vampires, it was that it was never a good idea to irritate them.
The nobles lined up into position, and the Headmistress of Hogwarts stepped up. Her usually-bushy hair was now curled neatly and pinned into a bun atop her head with sculpted curls flowing from it, and she seemed to sparkle in her golden yellow dress robes.
"Attention!" Hermione Granger shouted. The people fell into formation at her cry. "The Emperor Hadrian, may his reign be long, wishes to share with you an important day in the new dawn of the Pottermore Empire!"
An applause roared from the crowd in the palace courtyard.
"Welcome, my children," Hadrian began. "I think the time has come for you to meet your future empress at long last."
Murmurs went through the crowd in a buzz of excitement.
"If I may, meet Allana Lilibella Sayre Cullen Potter!" Hadrian shouted, and lights illuminated Allana, the television screens of the muggles showing her face for everyone. She smiled, sweetly, shyly, and waved to her people with a candid childishness. Cheers rose from the crowd as Hadrian placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"Tonight we will-"
"LUMINA!" With the shout, a Phoenix symbol rose into the air, and Hadrian pushed Allana down as curses began to fly. Allana immediately scrambled to her feet, but the damage was done. Curses flew across the courtyard and to the balcony. Hermione, Hadrian, and Renesmee appeared to be fending off some of the spells, but Hadrian was clearly yelling for Allana to run. She lifted her skirts and bolted for the door. She would've made it, too, if it weren't for the hand that grabbed her upper arm.
She tried to yank free and stepped on her captor's toes. She whipped around, free of their grasp, and saw a person about her height, dressed all in black armor. They attempted to grab her again, but she forced them back with her magic, and picked up her skirts to run again when her attacker grabbed at her skirts. She tried to run, but to no avail.
Allana punched her attacker and thought she might've heard a crack but wasn't sure. She was about to try again when her attacker grabbed her arm. She tried to pry their fingers off, but couldn't.
They pulled out a needle and Allana bucked and screamed, seeing it draw nearer. She made desperate eye-contact with her father, who knew what she was asking him to do. The attacker then injected the substance into her, and wrapped their arms around her chest as she tilted, feeling dizzy. Before Hadrian could reach them, however, her entire world went black.
"ALLANA!" Hadrian screamed, watching as his daughter went unconscious and her kidnapper disappeared before his very eyes. How could he have let all this happen? He'd let the Resistance continue for too long. He let them have a few victories, playing them as masterfully as Lord Edward Cullen played his piano, but clearly something had slipped past him.
No matter. He'd learned the secret of true darkness from Alec of the Volturi, and he would use it. He raised his wand, and the darkness seeped out, catching everyone Hadrian wanted it to, freezing them into a senseless slumber.
Captain Leah Clearwater looked to Hadrian relievedly.
"Good thinking," she told him.
"I know," he replied coolly. "Tell your people to interrogate them. Let me know when you have them in the interrogation chambers."
"Of course," Captain Clearwater replied, and she bounded away swiftly.
Renesmee looked to Hadrian, clearly not knowing what to say.
"Don't. Talk. To. Me," he growled as she stepped forward, hand aloft. "I don't want any of your head games, not right now."
He stormed off, vowing his vengeance against the bastards who had kidnapped his daughter. He'd make sure they were destroyed and could never again rise. He stopped by a corridor, feeling immediately exhausted. A feeling he hadn't sensed in a long time had returned.
"I feel it," he murmured aloud. "The call to the light. I rejected the light years ago."
An anger rose within him. "You have no business returning! The light is weak and could not save me! I make my own destiny! I am Hadrian Potter!"
His shout attracted the attention of a few nervous servants, but a glare from the Emperor shut them up. He clenched his fists. They simply couldn't understand him. Besides, his days in the light were over.
Hadrian then continued on his way to interrogate the prisoners.