Chapter 4: Introductions
Charlie had been taken to a room that looked as if it hadn't been used much. "So lad, what wer'ya doin' over in the forest?" the man named Remming asked him.
Charlie had been laid on the bed and was staring at the ceiling. "What?" Charlie asked as he suddenly snapped back out of his thoughts.
Cortnor smirked, "Ah Pete, let's leave the youngin' alone. Looks like Eros's arrow has hit if you know what I mean, eh?"
Remming smirked back, "Eh, the Dark Mistress seems to be havin' that effect on the youngin's."
"What?" Charlie asked again as he remembered that he should probably be speaking at this point. "What are you talking about?"
Cortnor smirked again, "We were talkin' about our Mistress. Remember me tellin' ya about her eh?" Charlie nodded his head. "Well that was her. She's the Dark Lord's daughter."
"A fine looker ain't she eh?" Remming asked him.
Charlie nodded his head, "Yeah, definitely…"
"I think its time to give the youngin' a rest, eh?" Cortnor asked Remming.
"Eh, I think you right. Once he's got his potion in 'em I think someone else will treatin' him." Remming said as he walked over to a closed door nearby the bed. Remming returned with a small potion bottle in his hand. He walked over and handed it to Charlie, "Drink up youngin' and we'll be makin' sure none of the others come and get ya, eh?"
"Thanks," Charlie replied as he took the bottle. The label read Sandman's healing sleep potion, it was a potion he was familiar with. It was a dreamless sleeping potion that healed light injuries, cuts, bruises, scrapes, ext, over a short sleeping period. It was a popular potion back in Romania. Charlie took it in one gulp and almost immediately passed out.
"So why do ya think the Mistress allowed 'em to live, eh?" Remming asked staring down at the unconscious Charlie.
"I ain't ones to understand the workings of a woman's mind but me guess is that will be finding out soon enough." Cortnor replied and the two men left to guard the room.
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Harry and Nicole were working out in the gym, in other words Nicole was whipping Harry's ass in mixed fighting techniques. "Keep it up!" Nicole yelled at him as she round house kicked him and he flew backwards.
Harry jumped up immediately and the two ran at each other. Harry jabbed left and right but Nicole blocked him and returned a left hook. He blocked her successfully and was able to knock her backwards. Harry ran and jumped up to land his weight on Nicole but she rolled out of the way in time and grabbed him. She had caught him in a headlock that Harry still hadn't mastered to escape from yet.
After a few minutes of struggling, Harry's curiosity finally got the best of him and he stopped momentarily to ask, "Hey Nic?"
"Yeah?" she answered, her grip never loosening.
"I was wondering," he was now just leaning his back against her looking tired, "Why did you let that man live? He's a Weasley, a pureblood muggle-lover, and you let him live. Why?"
Nicole thought for a moment, "Well…I have some questions that I want answered and I would like them to be answered unbiased."
Nicole's grip had loosened greatly since she had sensed her brother's weary. He turned his head up to look up at her and asked, "What questions?"
"Well," she said and looked down at him for a moment, "What the real world is like. Not the late night adventures we sometimes have, but actually having a life. Not being the Dark Mistress of Death Eaters, just being…normal." She shrugged at her last word, unsure if that's what she really meant.
"Why? Don't you have fun here?" Harry inquired.
"Of course, it's great here really but…just…sometimes…I wonder what it would have been like…you know to live with our real parents, having friends, going to school, having a real job, being able to leave this house…this prison to do something other than kill somebody who pissed off father…" Nicole shrugged, unsure if she was really making a point or not. "I don't know Harry, just don't tell anyone ok?"
"You're not the only one who wonders Nic, you know I've always wanted to play Quidditch or maybe Vaxbee, do something other than train, learn, kill and train some more…" Harry paused, thought for a moment and looked up at his sister to ask, "Could I ask him some questions too?"
Nicole shrugged, "I don't see why not. I mean all we have to do is obliviate his memory after we're done."
"Can I ask you something else Nic?" Harry asked again.
Nicole smirked, "Well you kind of already asked me a question but precede with making further inquiries."
Harry rolled his eyes but continued, "Well it's not really a question but a guess actually."
"Which might be?"
"Well I think there might be other reasons to why you let the Weasley live." Harry stated.
"Oh really? Like what?" Nicole asked interested in what her brother had to say.
"Like I think you like him." Harry said smugly.
Nicole pushed him a bit and said, "Where on earth did you get that idea?"
"Just an observation," Harry stated matter-of-factly.
"Mind sharing?"
"Well I noticed that your gazes met and I know you didn't let your guard down but you did kind of just sit there for a moment and stare at him." He said.
After a moment of silence while Nicole decided on how to reply, Harry asked, "So it's true then?"
"Look Harry," she said and sighed. "I guess I just want to know what he was really like. I mean even though I have you and Draco and Darrion to hang out with, I still don't have anyone close to my age. Look at us Harry. You're sixteen and I'm nineteen. I know that doesn't seem like much to you but experience and legal age are still quite a difference there."
"You've got a point…but I do have more experience about other things than you do." Harry smirked evilly.
"What? Being a whore? I know and I'm so glad that you're more experienced than I about that." Nic laughed as she dodged his hit.
They sat there for a few minutes exhausted but they eventually decided that it was getting late and they both had things to do the following day. The siblings got up and walked their way to their respective wings.
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Charlie's POV:
Charlie woke up hot. He was still in his dirty and blood-stained clothes. Charlie took off his boots, socks, and jacket. He was in the process of taking off his shirt when he felt something jump onto his bed. He couldn't see what it was since whatever it was, was just out of the moonlight's reach. Charlie squinted and noticed a big round pair of cat eyes. He reached out and the creature came forward. It was a small lynx that had very light brown hair and many black spots. Its great yellow eyes stared up at him.
"Hey kitty-kitty." He said as he reached to pet the lynx.
The lynx cocked its head to the side and replied in a very proper British accent, "Do I look like a common house cat to you?"
This startled Charlie and he asked, "Did you just talk?" The lynx cocked its head to the other side and made a noise that sounded quite like a soft meow. Charlie shook his head and decided he was only imagining things. He petted the lynx's head and allowed the lynx to rub up against him affectionately. Charlie took off his shirt and laid back down. The lynx suddenly jumped off the bed and disappeared into the darkness. Charlie sat back up and looked around for it but just before he laid back down, the door to his room opened.
The lit torches from the outside hall caused the person to be silhouetted in dim light but Charlie knew who it was. It was the same person he had been dreaming about since he took that potion, it was the Dark Mistress. She took a step in and closed the door behind her. She said aloud, "Torch," and at her words the torch above the bed enflamed, dimly lighting the room.
"Oh," she said as she noticed his state, "I didn't think you'd be awake this early."
"You're the Dark Mistress." Charlie stated, refusing to sound interested in her.
"I am," she said and took a step toward him. "And you are?"
Charlie sat up straight and replied, "I'm Charlie Weasley." He had a hard time not staring at her because for a Dark Mistress she didn't look intimating or dark at that moment. She was wearing a pair of exercise pants that were dangerously low on her hips and a tight half shirt on with her hair up. Her figure was amazing, strong and solid, and she was covered in sweat that made her skin glisten in the dim light. She also had a cold water bottle in her hand held up against her that was dripping water down her neck.
"You're the dragon master I've heard about." She stated. She took the chair from the nearby desk in the room and pulled it up to his bed. She sat down and propped her socked feet on the bed.
"You might have." He stated, "So, what is your name?" He had to get her name somehow.
The woman waggled a finger at him, "Now if I told you that, there would be no use for you to use my proper title."
"Can I ask you something then?" he was curious, after all, it wasn't everyday you're told that the Dark Lord had a daughter.
"You have already done so but if you must make further inquires then go ahead." She smirked at him and Charlie was glad to see that she did have some emotion in her, even if it was sarcasm.
"You're the daughter of the Dark Lord, a man of destruction that has been terrorizing Great Britain and surrounding countries for years now, why didn't anyone know about you? Why doesn't anyone know about you?" Charlie asked.
"Well, you did just answer your own question. How would my father look if he had a weakness? I have many enemies Mr. Weasley that would love to use me or replace me; either way, it's not something every Dark Lord wishes to have widely known." She said.
"You can call me Charlie, Mr. Weasley makes me feel old." He smiled at her.
Charlie saw that she had hesitated, she was thinking about something. "So what were you doing in the woods?" she asked.
Charlie laid back down and looked over at her, "I was on a mission from the ministry. They hired me to go out and find a foreign species of dragon around these parts."
The woman shook her head at him, "No, whoever their informant was, was terribly wrong. We would have noticed a new species of dragon moving into these parts and none have done so."
"Really? I wonder who would have sent me then?" Charlie asked and looked up at the ceiling.
"Are you a member of the Order?" the Dark Mistress asked him.
Charlie looked over at her, all emotions masked, "Does it make a difference?"
She nodded her head, "It always does. Death Eaters have a tendency of loving to single out certain enemies. If you are an Order member or someone in your family is, that is all the reason in the world they will need."
Charlie dropped his mask and sighed, "Then yes, I am." He glanced at her apprehensively and wondered how she would react.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he looked at her and saw it, her mask was gone.
Charlie sat up and crawled over to right in front of her. "How do I know that?" he whispered to her.
She looked up and was seemed momentarily caught in his gaze. "I…" she said and then her mask snapped in place again She looked away, "You are a secret right now. The only ones who know about you are my closest servants, my brother and I. My father doesn't know of your presence and nor will he."
There were so many things he wanted to ask from that sentence. So many but decided to choose a different route, "Why did you erase the others memories?"
"They are more loyal to my father than me, they would rat me out any chance they get. I want to keep you alive but my father would use you or kill you." She replied and she had fallen for exactly what he wanted.
"What do you care if I die? Why does it matter to you?" he asked, knowing that his questions should get him some definite answers.
"I…" she said and paused. Their gazes had caught again and Charlie couldn't stop himself any longer. He leaned forward, grabbing the arms of the chair he balanced himself, and he kissed her softly.
The moment seemed paused in time. Every thought in Charlie's mind left him as her lush lips met his and his eyes slid close in the bliss of the moment. He felt her soft hand took his cheek but after a moment, she pushed him away. He fell back onto the bed.
He looked up at her since she was standing; she seemed flustered and almost disappointed. "That was not supposed to happen." She muttered.
He got off of the bed and made her look at him, "It was my fault. Look, I'm sorry if I got you in trouble with your father." The blood rush got to him and he was going to fall. She grabbed onto him and tried to steady him but it was a little too late. The two fell onto the bed; the woman was on top of him, "Sorry about that too."
She giggled, she actually giggled and it sounded wonderful to him. "Don't worry about it, I've never been the most balanced person either."
He smiled up at her, "Well don't think I'm that graceful either."
"I took that from the position you put us in." she smirked at him.
"Well sorry princess but I've haven't been standing in awhile." Charlie decided it would be okay to be sarcastic back, especially since she didn't seem that tense anymore.
She rolled off of him, to his utter disappointment, and sat up. "You know, I actually came in here to heal you."
"Well that's very kind of you." Charlie said repositioning to lay back down correctly on the bed.
The woman rolled her eyes and took out her wand. With a few enchantments that Charlie actually didn't hear because she could cast the spell mentally, he felt normal. Well normal except for his hand that still had the burn on it the Cortnor had given him. She grabbed the edge of the sheet and ripped off a part of it. After transfiguring it into medical gauze, she took hold of his hand and began wrapping it. "There you go," she said. "Letting burns heal on their own allows better skin repair and less chance of scarring. Also if it wasn't magically healed, then you can get rid of any scarring later on."
"Wow, you know a lot about healing don't you?" Charlie asked, slightly impressed that she knew something like that.
"I've been healing myself for years; I've kind of had to learn about those types of things." She stated.
"Why?" Charlie asked while examining his wrap.
"I've been…" she said and paused, "busy."
He decided that it would be best to inquire about that later, right now he was interested in why his gauze had turned blue. "What's going on?" he asked pointing with his other hand at the gauze.
"Oh, its Canadian frostbite gauze, works wonders on burns." She said as she very slowly began to unwrap the hand.
"How did you come across this stuff?" he asked.
"I guess you haven't noticed that Cortnor and Remming are Canadian." She said as she finished unwrapping his hand. He brought his hand up to him and studied it. It looked as it always had, not even a sign of being burnt, the only difference was his hand was really cold. "That stuffs amazing," he muttered.
"Well if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower, I stink." She said and got up.
"Wait," he said as he reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Yes?" she asked looking from her captured hand to his face.
"Please, please tell me your name." he asked, meaning every word.
She smiled softly at him and leaned over. She lightly kissed him on the lips and breathed her name on his warm lips. She then took her leave through a different door.
He laid back down on the bed and as he did so, the torch went out. He closed his eyes and thought of her knowing that his dreams would be only about her and he breathed her name into the night's darkness, "Nicole."
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That's the end to chapter 4, and I know this doesn't sound like its getting anywhere, but don't worry, it is.