A/N: I'm making a large jump in time, but it's the last one. I promise.

School of the Chosen

A story by xxacidxx

Ramoanna

Year: 2030

Amon had just turned twenty. He was graduating from the school, but they still asked him to stay. 'For safety reasons' they had told him. Safety from what? There had been no great evil since the fall of Lord Voldemort. Had there?

What Amon didn't know—what none of the students knew—was that there was, in fact, a rising evil. Murmurs of her name had their way through the rest of the wizarding world, just not this school. That is exactly what they were trying to protect them against. The name was as rare and unspoken as the killing curse. It was a name that sent tremors down the spine of those who knew what she was really doing—carrying on the work of Voldemort. She had been calling on the subjects that had once ruled beneath him. The name that caused so much fear in the hearts of good people was Ramoanna.

Ramoanna was the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and all her life Bellatrix had filled her daughters mind with evil. She had wanted her daughter to be great. At a young age she had been tutored in the dark arts, she was hidden away; never spoken of. Most people never even knew she existed. But she was her Mother's favourite, spoiled rotten with every evil contraption known. When her Mother was sent to Azkaban, some of Lord Voldemort's finest were sent to care for her. There were big plans made for the girl who was born of evil.

When Ramoanna's mother had escaped from Azkaban, she had been pushed harder than ever. The end was near; she knew her mother sensed it. Neither of them knew which side would win, but they were both optimistic. They had the numbers, but in the past that hadn't always helped…

There was another secret hidden along with this child. A name, another name that had stirred fear for many years before the birth of this second evil. This was the name of the person who had fathered this precious monster. It was known to no one but Bellatrix and the father himself—Voldemort. Many things he was, stupid not being one of them. When even the slightest chance arose that he could be defeated, he needed a plan. Something that could win in his stead. So calling upon his most loyal subject, they created the child.

It was not love, although it was all Bellatrix could have even hoped for. She raised the child, for it was the greatest weapon. A back up plan that couldn't fail. Voldemort himself taught her lessons. She had no emotion. She did not love. She was cold and murderous, and anyone who was not on her side was not good enough to be alive.

When the defences of the Dark Lord fell, and he was slaughtered, the remaining Death Eaters hid her away. She was eighteen at the time, and reading for blood. She had been gaining minions, those who still were loyal to the cause of the Dark Lord, and as she built her army it became much harder to keep herself hidden. This is when her name leaked out into the lives of normal witches and wizards. Their greatest fears were coming back in the form of a new Dark Lord—Lady. That which they had feared was coming to reality, and the only ones who could stop them were the Seven Chosen. The ones that three professors and two goblins had spent the last seven years training and preparing for what lay ahead, and now it was happening all too soon and they needed them to stick together.

Kinneta was now a beautiful young lady at nineteen, and she was not the only one to have noticed. Amon gazed at her from across the room, his eyes vague to all else. She was talking to Professor Lawson at the end of the dining room. Her hair was brushed back from her face and tossed over her shoulders, her body was hugged by a simple yet elegant white summer dress. She noticed him watching and glanced at him, a brow raised in question. He found himself blushing and he shook his head at her with a small smile before quickly looking away and began talking to Ebony.

Kinneta finished talking to Professor Lawson and walked over to Ebony and Amon. She put her hands on Amon's shoulders and squeezed gently. She bent down so her chin was on his shoulder.

"What are you two talking about?" She asked smiling. Amon gave a small shiver. Did she know how she made him feel?

"His newest story." Ebony replied with a small smile. She had loosened up over the years, and although she was still quite rude sometimes, she could also be very nice.

"Oh, the one about the Manoa tree?" She asked rubbing his shoulders again.

"Yes. Isn't it brilliant?" Ebony said, her hands were resting on a scroll of parchment.

Amon blushed. "Hey, Kinn, can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked standing up. She nodded and backed up so he could push his chair out.

"I'll talk to you later, Ebony." He said and began to tug Kinneta behind him by her hand. He dragged her into a secluded hall and then stopped, his hand still gripping hers gently.

She squeezed his hand. "What is it?"

"I…Kinn…I can't stop thinking about you…I just…I don't know what to—" He was cut off when she placed her finger to his lips. She knew he had been building up to this for awhile, over a year maybe, and if he hadn't of done it soon, she would have.

"You've said enough, Amon." She said, causing Amon to stare at the ground dejectedly.

"I knew it was a mistake…just forget what I said…I…" This time he was silenced by not her hand, but her lips. She pressed them firmly onto his, allowing her arm to wind around his neck. This was all he needed, and he pushed her back against the wall, deepening the kiss. He licked her lips gently and she moaned into his lips and parted hers, admitting his tongue entrance.

Amon wound his arms around her waist and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed her into the wall again. They pulled apart and caught their breath. Amon burying his head into her neck, and she giggled.

"Took you long enough." She whispered and then gasped as he kissed the base of her neck and began to slowly work his kisses up towards her chin.

"I-" Kiss. "Love," Kiss. "You." He planted a kiss on her lips and she wound her fingers into his hair.

"And I, you." She whispered before they kissed again. Amon set her on the ground, but his strong arms stayed wrapped around her waist.

"Does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked, breathing into her neck.

"Yes, of course." She smiled and pulled his chin up, kissing his nose lightly. She pulled away from him and gripped his hand, leading him out into the main hall and heading towards the bedroom hall.