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Chapter 11: Slytherin Sisters, Spells, … and Don't Forget the Masters

Hazel was enjoying some alone time in the library. At least she was alone till two certain Gyffiondors started blocking her light.

"Ahem, you're blocking my light."

Both- "Don't care. We need answers. You can give us them." Then took a seat on either side of her.

Seeing the red, "Why would I help you? It's not like you're any threat to me. Gyffiondorks."

Hermione- "Fine, guess we could just let slip to your brother about your flirting?"

"Don't, Hermione. Find it in your heart to spare me?"

Harry- "What am I? A Dementor?"

"No, Pot-Head. You're a male."

Hermione- "As I said we need answers, can you give them to us?"

"Depends on who."

"How ya know it's 'who' not 'what'?"

"I know not much about 'what's so if your coming to me it's got to be a 'who'. Now ask your questions, I need to get back to my studies."

Harry- "How will we know if she's being honest?"

"Easy, Pot-Head. Earlier in the week, Voldemort spelled me to truth and it shall not wear off till tomorrow. I must not lie, it's amplified by my ice. Consequentially, nor can I bend but I can stop myself from answering."

The questioning took little over an hour, and Harry even got her to snarl the fact of a "Masters" meeting in the RoR later that night.

Meanwhile...

Draco was resigning from Head Boy and moving his things to the adjoining room to Blaise's. Blaise was scrubbing harshly at his Mark to get it to come off, being successful for now.

Later that night...RoR.

Harry followed the three Slytherins to the RoR. All having a small bag full of items necessary for such a ritual. Blaise leading and he was the one to open the room. A blank smoke colored room was his choice.

Why smoke? Why not fire? Or a simple white? Black? As Harry thought it, Hazel asked.

"Can't be bias with this. I love flames and hot colors but it doesn't convey us all as a circle. And choosing black or white would suggest the world is all light or all dark but it simply isn't. Most of us are gray...a little of both. Understood? Now when your part comes, think neither positive nor negative. Just flow."

Both nodding. All of them working together to draw the five pentagrams in a single four point cross. Blaise the only one not using his powers to the fullest. [A/n: just so you know: Blaise = fire, west; Draco = animal, center; Hazel = water/ice, south; east = Air; and north = earth]. They got done with the diagram quickly, Blaise last to getting into his assigned star. Harry watched in awe as Draco started the base chant as Blaise got the runes burnt under their feet. After Blaise got the runes all drawn, Draco started to shake and fell to his knees but couldn't quit his words in that odd tongue. Hazel added her ever changing chant to the mix sometime in between Draco's start and his falter. Blaise adding his silky-rough voice in an odder tongue than either of the others his chant of calling another to the circle. Sage and sweet grass can be smelt. North began to glow green. Flowers circling to hide the beautiful jungle Indian (country) rusty brown-haired girl with the green markings of her elements. They even seemed to color her eyes green from their normal brown. The flowers disappeared and showed her standing in the middle of the North pentagram, her pet Hanuman monkey. Her eyes glowed quickly before she was chanting rapidly in her native tongue making the others gasp in pain. Blaise's marks were burnt into his skin roughly and to add to the intense pain his marks showing his title of King that finally figured out that's he's of age and only one to rule, but worse of all, he can't stop chanting his piece. Hazel was having her marks frost burned into her mocha skin leaving them near white. Draco was being carved into by so many creatures and animals he couldn't even scream. A few seconds passed before the East pentagram began to glow strongly. Smoke was the concealer this time. The hidden is a lean Australian male with proud scars and markings that looks a lot like the color of yellow sand. His hair is bright blond and eyes were the perfect shade of chocolate. He slowed down the whole thing with his chanting and the ritual was soon over. The whole diagram collapsing and freeing the standings. Draco getting up looking like hell hit him over the head a few hundred times. Blaise speaking to the female in her native tongue while Hazel talked to the male in his. The guy's name happens to be Wade meaning warrior and the female's name is Mokai and Aba is her pet's name. Now the problem of Voldemort finding out where these two are before the Masters have time to plan and get things set in their tracks. Harry is still watching the Masters talk, plan, and brainstorm.

Just to recap:

the Masters

Draco Malfoy – Animal Blood red

Blaise Zabini – Fire Black for element & Beige for King

Hazel Zabini – Water/Ice Off-white/cyan

Mokai Puma – Earth Green

Wade Robin – Air Yellow Sand

I've had a lot of plot bunnies coming to me left and right about this story lately so many chapters to come. Hopefully, I don't hit another block too soon. :)